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ear: The Important Emotion
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Essay #1 for Writing II
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Written and typed by Joseph Wang (Cloaked Warrior) in 80 col.
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on Good Friday, April 17th, Year Of Our Lord 1987 ... Special
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thanks to my English class at Lynbrook High School
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(Disclaimer/Note: This piece of literature is not to be downloaded
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by sex-seeking geeks, C-64 Users, and other weird and QUEER people
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out there. This piece of literature may only be given to those who have
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MY permission.)
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"I can't sleep, Mommy, I'm scared of the dark," I once said. On looking
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back, I have asked myself, "Why am I frightened by dark rooms and pesty
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spiders?" From my experience, I have never seen the "bogey man" in action,
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stabbing and eating people alive. However, I find that these myths are inane,
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but these fears which have kept us awake many nights long ago have done wonders
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to our lives and will influence them in the future continuously, yet
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relentlessly.
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Once upon a time, under the starry night of Taiwan, I encountered the
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darkest alley of the capital city, Taipei. I was on my way to the nearest
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department store. Realizing that I was alone and vulnerable to the frequent
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attacks of muggers, ghastly sorcerors, and gruesome mobs, I stopped suddenly
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to clarify and investigate my situation. Should I turn back? In response, I
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sensed an inward shreik of terror. After a brief hesitation, I swung around
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and walked (at the same time, thanking God that my legs did not fail me) into
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the open filthy streets. Time after time, the emotion unnoticeably releases us
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from imminent harm and danger and guides us towards the enlightened path during
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our evanescent lives, helping them to become less of an evanescence. Though the
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emotion miraculously participates in shaping our lives, it serves the young
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ones loyally. Like the instincts of animals, fear helps us to flinch or dart
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way from hazardous obstacles.
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Inwardly screaming at the emotion, I forced my anger to replace my fear.
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Speaking into the microphone with seriousness, madness, cogency, confidence,
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pragmatism, and onerousness, the stage fright was under my feet. However, it
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broke free, unfortunately tosoon. Fraught with paranoia, fright, and
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frustration, I fainted among 450 brothers and sisters of the Church. Recovering
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quickly from the paroxysm, I rose clumsily to my feet and observed the many
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grins, frowns, and questionable gesticulations from my obviously shocked
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audience. Fears have cuased me unbearable shame, pain, and guilt. They have
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cost me my reputation and confidence. Occasionally, they prevent me from doing
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things. Fear can be a nuisance. Fear can be a vexation, yet it is needed and
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is intrinsic.
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Sleepily, I climbed into my comfortable bed, pondering and recalling my
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vague and half forgotten dreams and nightmares. My imagination, triggered by
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mmy previous nightmares and that macabre painting on the wall, furtively
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irradiated in my trepid soul. Shaken inexorably by the covert aspect of my
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inner being, I sprung out of bed to defiantly challenge the intruding
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instability within me. Internally, I revived my sanity and logical mind by
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suggesting that the facetiousness of my imagination had tricked me into seeing
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festooning shadow-shapes of agitation. "What is there to be afraid of? I've
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slept in this room for 10 years," I responded to my inassurance of safety.
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Our fears cannot be deliquesced by anger, hatred, or zeal. Our restless
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imaginations cannot be cast into an alcove, forever, to avoid causing further
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damage.
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"Are you a man or a mouse?" a famous person once asked. Fear dwells in the
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corners of our eyes, preventing us from making phone calls, buying bubble gum,
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or talking to teachers. Nevertheless, fear will change us. The bravest
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person in the world has fears. He/she may be incredulous, but we know...
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Completed: 7:55 PM
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(> get y
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