Does anything scare you?

Cicadas terrify me. Slugs are also pretty awful creatures.
 
I am afraid of heights (doesnt matter) and women (it does matter). In childhood I had fear from death and bogeyman.

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Puppy Scares Man to Tears
 
Oh. Centipedes are awful things as well. My mom used to scream then grab a broom and whack them until their legs fell off. I thought it was funny until I was alone in the basement and a 3-inch one was on the wall. I went closer to it and it took off at what I was sure was the speed of sound. I ran out screaming. I was maybe 8?

Also have a deep fear of losing people / pets that I love. That's probably normal.
 
Does anything scare you?
Is the earth round? Do the Redskins suck? I rest my case. :)
 
My neighborhood is filled with meth-heads that like to hang out by my house (it's a huge 6plex, and lots of dark corners to hide in) and shoot up. The unpredictable actions of druggies make me think sometimes.
 
Never-mind ceasing to exist, can you imagine how potentially painful the moment of the supposed extinguishing of life will be, considering that even having part of you die causes a lot of somatic/psychosomatic pain?

I'm not scared of dying - I imagine the brain modules shut down in such a manner that you may not realize what's happening. Even in the case of something severe, like a gunshot wound, I suspect that blood loss and the associated neurochemical cascade and oxygen depletion would result in a shattering of consciousness...


Major Fear:
This is something that crosses my mind every single day. I've come to think of it almost like a meme or virus - once it's in my head I can't get it out. We hear stories of people who suffer an accident, maybe it's a pedestrian hit by a car, or a cyclist who wipes out and hits their head. They are in the hospital for days, weeks, maybe months. Sometimes they die. But sometimes they wake up. And when they do, they can't remember what happened to them.

So here's how it plays out in every day life:
I'm walking down the street, and then the next conscious awareness I have is when I'm in a hospital, having woken up after an accident, and people are asking me how I feel and what's the last thing I remember. When I'm walking to work in the morning the thought pops into my head "This might be the last thing I remember before the accident". Once I do that, the thought is there for the rest of the day. As I go about my job, as I go home, there is a shadow of that thought lingering. "What I see now - the cars passing, the person on the other side of the crosswalk - those are the last things I might ever remember".

To me, this is very scary. And it's real, which probably makes it so.
 
I am definitely scared of heights, particularly when I am high up and whatever I'm in starts moving. Ferris Wheels and glass elevators pretty much just have me closing my eyes and grabbing on to the nearest thing with a death grip.
 
Seaweed.

For horror things, I'm afraid of nightmare creatures, horrors that is... The thing that you see at night when you're on the lonely path, it changes shape to suit the scare. What scares me is that it never hurts me. It just stares. I think it's the personification of death, and that's what scares me. When it just sits there, staring and waiting, a part of me that's slowly going to get me.
 
For particular fears:

Cockroaches
Snakes
Spiders (Black Widows, mainly.)
Pittsburgh Steelers (Mainly James Harrison)
Meeting Al Yankovich

Okay, okay, minus the last two. Mostly. ;)
 
Flying insects with pointy rear ends must die. I despise creatures that tend to swarm.

I also don't like being suspended over deep water (like while on a bridge)....my body doesn't like heights and my mind knows I can't swim.
 
Oh. Centipedes are awful things as well. My mom used to scream then grab a broom and whack them until their legs fell off. I thought it was funny until I was alone in the basement and a 3-inch one was on the wall. I went closer to it and it took off at what I was sure was the speed of sound. I ran out screaming. I was maybe 8?
Centipedes live in Canada?

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Oh. Centipedes are awful things as well. My mom used to scream then grab a broom and whack them until their legs fell off. I thought it was funny until I was alone in the basement and a 3-inch one was on the wall. I went closer to it and it took off at what I was sure was the speed of sound. I ran out screaming. I was maybe 8?
Centipedes live in Canada?

This was when I lived in Columbus, Ohio. Same centipedes live here in Canada though.
 
I'm somewhat frightened of the idea of dying alone, and leaving no mark on this earth to commemorate my presence here.

-Dying alone sacares me too, what if no one knows you are dead, and they find you several weeks after.

-Also future scares me: biotech, A.I, overpopulation...

-An Orwellian society , that's why I don't use facebook and avoid google.
 
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