Scared out of yer wits??

Yer Ol’ Buddy Scotty scared out of his wits? Are you kiddin’? Over the years, I have been accused of being witless several times, and occasionally the accusers may have been correct. Still, I don’t know about being scared out of my wits……
I have been hot tempered. Loud. So mad I couldn’t think straight. Been heartbroken a time or two, so crestfallen I couldn’t make a rational decision if my life depended on it. But scared out of my wits? Naw….
I have been in fast vehicles, way too fast, in excess of 150 MPH to be sure. With no safety equipment at all. White knuckles, you bet. Scared out of my wits, nope. Stupid, maybe, but no more stupid than I started out, so not scared out of my wits.
Never seen a Lion or Tiger out in the wild, or any other “Mankiller” type wild animal, so I can’t say I would be scared of that. Truth be told, I’d probably shoot first and worry second. (I wouldn’t be there at all without a rifle or a doggone large handgun, guaranteed). No time to be scared there, then, huh?
I am not scared of big mean dogs either, I am bigger than the biggest dog, and a lot meaner. Barking and growling is annoying anyway, not scary.
So, what’s that leave us? Social situations? Uncomfortable, not scary. I am socially inept, not a dork. I ain’t gonna wet my britches because a pretty lady talked to me. How about marriage? Birth of kids? Not a chance. I wanted those experiences more than anything I ever wanted in my life, so they didn’t scare me a bit.
My Mom used to tell us about her house being haunted when she was little, and the house I live in now has a harmless ghost as well. It may be hallowe’en, but I am not scared of ghosts in the least, much less scared out of my wits.
Tough guy? Yer Ol’ Buddy Scotty? No, not really. Maybe I am more foolish than tough. Sometimes I don’t know enough to be scared. But, hey, at least I am never scared out of my wits like most of the rest of ya. Works for me!!