Fear, What are you afraid of?

Everyone fears something...even if it's trivial...what do you fear?

Being disabled, And not being able to take care of my family.

The only fear that I am aware of is HEIGHTS.

I'm terribly fearful of snakes...poisious and non-poision ones...only good snake for me is a dead snake, and even then it bothers me...

Annabelle

I definitely have a fear of heights but I face it pretty well so you would never know it I also have this fear of a slow lingering death possibly prefaced with disablement (I'm not sure if that is really a word-disablement?)

Peace

Mikel

After falling 4 stories I have a healthier respect for heights but not a fear. I do fear the irony of coming back from 3 months of paralysis and, after literally rebuilding myself over the past 35 years to the point where I sustained an extremely outdoorsy-athletic life--and still do--, having some accident that puts me back in a wheelchair. I could handle it but would always be aware of the irony.

So other than that, that about covers my fears, but I'll have to side with Annabelle, I'm not fond of reptiles in the least and can do without them.

Oh, redheads scare me sometimes, clowns make me uneasy and redheaded clowns are the worst!

RON

Yeah, especially when they sell hamburgers!
I don't know if its a fear, as such, but I REALLY don't want to be a mindless husk in a bed somewhere. And then my daughters would have to deal with looking after me.

Hey at least I'm not the clown from Stephen Kings Movie!
Work with me here!
Annabelle

My worst fear is heights. Second is snakes.. I have to agree with annabelle, the only good snake is a dead snake.

Mc why do you think I have the redhair - to go with the clown outfit...I use to sell Hamburgers but I needed mo money, honey!

My next job got taken by some stupid purple dinosaur..that bites!
A

Well, maybe you could try out for the Wendy's Chick? Braid your red hair and put bows in it? Forget the dinosaur even if you like the color you were wrong for the part. And forget the hamburger clown even if he was Scottish. Ronald McDonald, indeed...where's his tartan and kilt?

But.....you can't be Pippi Longstockings, that was my ex-wife. Some play she was in or something.

Dear me, how pathetic is it when your show biz connection is that you were once married to Pippi Longstockings?

RON

Well let's say not real good Mc!
Annabelle

My primal fears are heights and snakes. I was fine with them until I watched a discovery programme. those things are just bad business.


My biggest fear though is being alone. Not that I'm afraid someone will come and get me, I'm just in constant need of companionship. I don't know why.

You people had better be appreciating this. That's one of my deepest darkest.

We do oldraved, we do.

I read this thread this morning and wanted to respond, but didn't know how. My fears aren't that specific.

Real fear didn't enter my life until a child entered my heart.

My greatest fear is that I will be inadaquate to protect my children. And with four, that is a very real fear.

One day when my youngest was a baby, we were at a pool. Everyone was swimming but me and the baby. My husband was playing with our oldest and the two girls were running along the edge of the pool. The three year-old ran too close and fell into the deep end. There I was holding a nine-month-old while my three-year-old was going to drown. No one could hear my screams for help above the laughter. If I set my baby down and went after my daughter he could crawl into the pool himself, but if I didn't go after my daughter she would drown.

That was fear.

Thankfully, I was able to have my five-year-old watch her little brother while I reached in a pulled my daughter from the water. No one around us had any idea what had happened.

I also fear making important decisions.

Don't you wish it was something more entertaining like clowns?
Oh, I'm not too cool with monkeys, had a doosie of a nightmare as a child that still wiggs me out. That might be a fun thread, worst nightmare?

E

thank you Elspeth.

I have a similar fear for Angela. My gut churns every time I leave for work when it snows. Not for me, but for her, because of all the maniac drivers here in Edmonton. If I had my way, she'd be driving a tank to work, but instead, she drives a little import.

The comment about clowns reminds me of something. I'm terrified of mimes. Childhood trauma. They look like the're going to eat you, or something. And that white makup always makes their teeth a gross yellow. *shiver me timbers*