A life with terror:

When #Dogstr #2 and hit the trails later then usual, we'll encounter civilians using the trail. On those days, she is usually on leash & at a heel position.

We'll pass some folks and you can see a wide, genuine smile as they pass us. Sometimes they mumble something. But I always have my earbuds on. So never really cared to hear what they were saying. But you can tell they had a brief moment of joy just from passing us. I'll usually just nod my head in acknowledgement.

But then there's other times when you see abject terror on someone's face and they'll give an extra wide berth as they pass us.

The only difference between person type #1 & #2 is the head stories they tell themselves.

I can't imagine what it must feel like to live a life that constructs terror. Imagine how stressful that must be.

So I reflect on when was the last time I've felt raw terror. I've been in some situations in my life, yet I've never experienced raw terror. Think the South Bronx (Hunts Point) in the 70's. That's where my origin story begins.

Yet the last time I've felt terror was when mini was 5 y/o. She is now 27.

I'm thankful my pops didn't raise me to have a mind that works like person #2. That would suck.

#RandomThoughts