Phobias are defined in psychology as an unreasonable fear of something. It’s not like being terrified of bees because you’re allergic and don’t carry an Epi-Pen with you everywhere (hint: You actually can’t).
No, it’s something where your level of fear goes well beyond the norm, and not necessarily because of what you’re afraid of, but of just how afraid you are of a thing.
Being afraid of going outside (agoraphobia) can make sense in some contexts, but not to the point where you absolutely refuse to leave the house, for example.
Well, for a while, my big phobia was turning 39-years-old, and there’s a reason why.
Like way too many people, I spend far more time on social media than is good for me. I pop over for a quick look and I end up being sucked into a vortex.
One thing I see a lot of, though, are people who are bitching about their life. They’re complaining about how they have a crappy job or a horrible life. They post about their failings, their lack of income, their…any number of things, and guess what?
But what do you expect when all you really do is complain?
No matter how awesome you are, at some point, things aren’t going to work out right. It’s a simple fact of life. Your girlfriend breaks up with you, you get shot down by the girl of your dreams, you get laid off from work, or any of a number of possibilities. All of these things happen to each and every one of us.
What defines a man in this regard is how he deals with it.
Everyone encounters it at some point, but the issue is that many can’t accept that it happens nor use it in a positive manner.
Several years ago, I bought a newspaper. This is long before Portlandia had someone do the same thing for laughs. I really did it.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out. The reasons are irrelevant, but it didn’t.
It would have been easy to roll over and die. Failure hurts, and because the success was pretty public, so was the failure. That made it worse for me.
However, I thought about other fails throughout history. In particular, Steve Jobs. I read his biography a short time after he died, and I was struck with one very important thing. Jobs failed. Continue reading “Failure and Disappointment”