Who is going to drive the car when I have to pull off the road? I am so ready to buckle my seat belt in the passenger side and close my eyes and nod off. When the new driver arrives at my next destination, I am sure they will wake me up. I for one am tired of keeping my eyes open.
Frightening expectations never manifest themselves with the same intensity our imagination creates, and the reason we submit to the fear is simply the suspension of faith.