Lance Corporal Jones in Dad’s Army was always urging us (and himself) – “Don’t panic! Don’t panic!”
Calm during times of stress. Stoicism.
Kipling celebrated both in his poem If – “If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs…”
I tend not to panic. But maybe I should.
I sometimes wonder if there is a delicious sense of liberation to be discovered through panicking. Loosening up. Primal screaming. Abandoning yourself to YAH! Being drunk on unreason. Dancing crazily. Running and running without having to bother with direction. Bungee jumping away from your worries.
Like that moment of mass doomsday panic in the Simpsons Movie where the people inside the bar rush outside and into the next door church – passing on their way the congregation of the church rushing towards the bar.
Hmmm… I’ll keep it in mind.
Meanwhile, speaking of panic… Remember this?
Maybe we should have a Complete This Sentence competition: “I panicked when…”
This is a Friday post for the Loose Bloggers Consortium. You can see how panicked the rest of them are by scrolling down the right hand side of your screen till you reach their links. Then take a deep breath. Hold it. Let it out slowly. And click calmly and decisively.