There are a lot of things that scare me in this world. It is, after all, a dangerous world, and I am, after all, a total wimp.
One fear has been hovering around my consciousness more than usual lately, though only by proxy. See, there seems to be a plague of fecundity in my immediate network, and I am suddenly surrounded by pregnant women. Three good friends, two co-workers, a few acquaintances, and a billion people on facebook. It’s normal and all, but what gets me is how calm they all are. I really don’t understand it. Because while I’m happy for them because they all seem to be happy, I am much more scared for them, because they don’t seem to have the sense to be scared for themselves. (I say that with love. No offense intended.) Continue reading