I have a friend, a psychologist, who says that it's a guy thing. He says that Lenny sounds like every guy he's ever played football with. In fact, he invited Lenny over to his house the other night to play Poker and smoke cigars.
I don't get it. It doesn't make any sense to me. If there's a perception of danger, I'm heading for cover, not running right smack-dab into it.
Or I might, like Ms. CoCo, yell at it to try and get it - whatever it is - to go away. Mr. Theo is pretty non-plussed about it, but, given what he's probably been through in his life, what's a little thunder and lightening, right?
Then again, I know people - smart people - who do just that. They sense impending danger and they run right into it. Not to get away from it, but to make sure no one is going to get hurt, or, if they are hurt, to tend to them.
Firefighters, police and soldiers are like that, aren't they? Football players? Probably, along with hockey players and, for all I know, downhill skiers.
I don't think Lenny's actions could be chalked up to altruism. I think he's just scared. And, just a tad neurotic, poor baby. He can't help it. It's a family trait.
I'm not sure if it's cowardice, neurosis, stupidity or bravery that drives us into a perception of danger and right smack-dab into our anxieties or fears - or if running away from them is the reverse of any truth about that.
I only know this much to be true: None of us is totally in control of everything in our lives. Storms come and storms go. Whether we run from them or run right into them, there will be other storms we'll have to deal with.
Lenny may just have it right: When you're scared shitless, get comfort and solace where you can, and when all else fails, run right straight into it.
It just might get you an invitation to play poker and smoke cigars with the big boys.