...not to mention unreasonable?
I remember telling my mom when I was about 7 that I didn't want to die (it seemed to me that time was speeding down the track and I was fast headed for the grave) and she said..."Don't worry, that won't happen for a long time."
Her response was honest, but I found that honesty unnerving.
I felt as if she'd just said to me--- "Yes dear son, you are sitting on a powder keg, and yes the fuse is lit, but enjoy your ice cream cone. Trust me, you have a long fuse."
"Not exactly enjoying my ice cream, mom. How do you know how long my fuse is, and lets figure a way to put that damn fuse out!"