Yeah, I used to be afraid of the dark.
I distinctly remember a time when I would wake up in the middle of the night, and be 100% certain that a vampire was standing right behind me, ready to suck my soul.
My heart would race like a chainsaw, and I’d attempt to breathe with no sound whatsoever. This would lead to a lack of oxygen, and more hallucinations, I’m pretty certain.
I don’t know why we fear the dark, but like most fears, it’s probably for our own good. Otherwise we’d have children happily wandering through the woods at night, oblivious of the dangers lurking there. (Like logs and stabby branches.)
What do you fear? (Besides the econopocalypse. That’s just no fun to talk about.)
- Daniel
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Wasps. Terrified of wasps. I’m having to overcome that, since they keep finding their way into our porch.
The scariest thing in my world is the distracted driver.
They frighten the fluids out of me, but not enough to keep me from my 2 wheeled thunder.
Look out!
I like his “Trick or Treat” eyes.
There’s nothing to fear.
Econopocalypse, my new favorite word! did you coin it? If so how’s your copy write laws? I feel like inserting it in every one of my sentences for the rest of the week.
No, I just made up the term “Econogeddon.”
Well, that and the band name “Great-White-Zombie-Snake”.
I’m wary of bugs that don’t fear me, and I get downright worried about animals that don’t fear me. I’ve had more than one bad dream about being in the great wide open when I notice some large animal an instant before it notices me – then the race is on to see if I can get inside before it’s too late, and there’s always that breath-stopping moment when you have to pause to open the door (AND it always has to open towards you) & see if you can swing yourself inside & get the door shut before the animal gets you. Creeps me out every time.
I HATE heights. It’s totally stereotypical, but it actually gets worse the older I get. Which I think is weird. When I was little I used to climb all over everything, so much so that when I was 2 I pulled all the drawers out of and climbed up a dresser, which I then pulled down on top of me. Miraculously unharmed. Now, I have problems with even large flights of stairs.
Contrarily, I wear 7″ platforms with no problem. *shrug*