Life is like a box of chocolates...
...that caused a really feeble childhood trauma.
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I still have some questions from subscribers to answer, but this morning I had an epiphany related to a previous question, so I thought I’d write about that.
A few weeks ago, Rachael asked why I think I’m scared of success and I answered here:
I mention Betwixt1 in that answer and Betwixt also inspired this morning’s epiphany. I was answering a question about how I feel when I’m hiding from work (life, etc.) and I had to come up with a related memory.
The first thing that came to mind was when I was in secondary school and I won a prize (can’t remember what it was for, probably English) and along with a certificate, I got a huge box of chocolates.2 So huge that a teacher was tasked with driving me home. The Deputy Head came along too (presumably because the chauffering teacher was male). During the very short drive from the school to my house (literally less than five minutes), I opened the box and ate a chocolate.
