"When I walk away from a confrontation; I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of ME." -Cam'Ron
What strikes fear in your heart from the very thought of it? For some it's clowns, spiders, you know the usual. For others it's heights, and on an even deeper scale; failure. All viable, understandable answers in their own right.
I use to say nothing scares me and then I got a wife and daughters. Wait, THEY don't scare me, I know how it reads. Well, my wife scares me when I forget to take the trash out but that's another story.
No, they don't scare me; however what I'll do to someone who disrespects them has me petrified. It's something I think about daily, nightly, weekly. Every time I kiss them it crosses my mind. The questions haunt me. Questions I quite frankly don't have an answer to.
What if my wife tells me someone she works with got too loud and now I have to lock up shop like Sonny in "A Bronx Tale", then what? Then "now you's can't leave".
What if when I catch the man who disrespects them I don't have the proper shovel or location to dig a good ditch? Or like, what if I break my hand on his face and subsequently can't dap my barber after the lineup?
What if I sprain my ankle stepping over his corpse like A.I. did Lue? Or like...like...what if I can't find where the duct tape gets back on track quick enough to stifle the mumbles? What if...man...I'm...these things bother me.
My love for them won't allow me to take things lightly or "let it slide" as it pertains to them. In turn, the perpetrator doesn't scare me, I'm what I fear most because my reaction could be greater than I could even anticipate.
Bottom line is (and I'll try to watch my language)...don't fucking touch my family, and watch your mouth.
I will literally kiss my daughters on the forehead; tell em both forgive me then.....you know the rest.