Coward.

(Whoo hoo! Still goin.)

Among my greater flaws, which I have begun to notice with intensifying scrutiny over the past few months, is the fact that I am a coward. I admit it. I think I live with slightly more "fear" than is healthy. I'm not particularly scared of anything, but I think that fear and anxiety underlie much of my existence.

Although I've acutely aware of this fault, I noticed it pretty clearly during my NPR-infused shower when I considered whether I would vote against ZANU-PF and Robert Mugabe or if I would cast a vote for Morgan Tsvangiri under the spectre of Mugabe's thugtastic violence (whether before or after Tsvangiri's withdrawal.)

I realized that I probably would have voted for Mugabe and would have crafted some craptastically persuasive, rational, and reasonable arguments why it would be in the long-term best interest of Zimbabwe, and somehow deferring the need for standing up and taking risks to sometime in the future. In short, whatever talents this world has chosen to bestow upon me, I seem to have channeled towards justifying avoidance and complacency instead of fighting for rightness.

I need to fix that.