I know many guys who had troubled childhood that carried on as a load of worry in later years. It is hard to untangle what is tangled in your mind.
During my childhood days, my mom used to push me inside my house anytime a drunkard passed by. Most drunkards used to create a scene in Chennai and I was warned not to meddle with them. It took years for me to stand and face a guy under the influence of alcohol.
My brother used to scare me by holding a cockroach in his hand and I used to run for my life. It was not until I was left alone in a room with many cockroaches that I was able to shed the fear.
Never ever mingle with toxic people. I repeat what I said once. When I was asked to use spectacles, it was just minus 1. When I reached home, one idiot neighbour reacted, “What? Minusss 1. You are blind. You are finished.” In fear, I tried all tricks to beat blindness. Another undiluted idiot suggested that I put coconut oil in my eyes. A fool said “eat one dozen carrots a day.” God, so many self-proclaimed “doctors.” It took years for me to recover from the fear that I would turn total blind.
As I was narrating all this to my pretty friend, she cut short and said: “KISS.”
“What?” I was stunned (joyfully of course).
“Keep it short, stupid,” she vanished.