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I can't go into a no window basement anymore without the willies. Overseas flights are sleepy med time. Can't imagine getting into the back seat of a two door car. Being up off the deck climbing or something like that bugs me, yet I can roll one on the goofiest chair.
If I lost one of my kids I would cease to exist as I am at this time. There is zero way I would be able to go on.
Ya, it's something that is sometimes hard to describe. I don't like crowds either - like the prairies/ocean, I feel exposed on all sides, kinda trapped while still having motion. But at least when in a crowd (that isn't mob-like) I don't get that increasing feeling of anxiety I do when I'm in the flatland or salt chuck for extended periods of time. Age has moderated most of the fear, though - or perhaps it's just a sign of my reaction time just slowing down...Quote:
Originally Posted by iceman
Flowtron's ghost scares me. And Spook and Deathvan. But Poopghost scares me the most.
It's some variation of claustrophobia. Don't have a hard time with small rooms or anything, but if I had to crawl through a wedge in a cave, got buried in an avalanche, or trapped under some couch cushions I'd die unnecessarily early.
Might be why I was born a month premature.
When I was younger- a mediocre life. Now that my life actually is mediocre I don't fear it.
Now,
Tax audits or something bad happening to my friends ,family , and pets. Also I fear heights more than I used to (lessened by a factor of 10 with skis on). But if I look down one through one of those grated bridges down into a ravine it scares me now.
I went caving once. I was fighting the urge to freak out the whole time.
Now I'm scared I'm gonna 'splode my ankle again, and also scared if I don't do activities that might cause that then ill live some mediocre life of fear.
To live is to fly.
Fuck it - commitment.
This. Mediocrity.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ski to Be
I fear mediocrity too - I mean, if I climbed all the way up there I might fall off and hurt myself.
That rog will stop sharing his awesomeness with us.
My dog dying....I mean I know it's gonna happen, just sucks I love that animal more then most ppl.
I've been flying in planes since I was 3 months old. For some reason in the last year or so I started freaking out a little when there's heavy turbulence. Never bothered me before - shit, I'd laugh silently at the other passengers getting all white knuckled and closing their eyes. Now I'm not that guy quite yet, but I feel it on the inside... probably because I have 3 other people to live for now.
I used to have a frequently recurring nightmare of my teeth cracking into shards and falling out. Now I only get them occasionally, and they go away when I get my teeth cleaned.
My fear of heights is definitely getting worse. That sucks.
Yup. Waking up one day and wondering where the hell my life went. But frankly I don't have the balls to blow the kids college funds on overseas adventures.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mazderati
Been There. Done that. It's not so bad.Quote:
Originally Posted by OldLarry
Murdering someone and not disposing of the body properly then living my whole life in fear the body will be found. This is my recurring nightmare maybe once every 2-3 months for some reason.
Also plane crash, like the kind where you just drop from the sky. Had one go down in my area once, few classmates parents from my HS gone, entire family from a neighboring HS gone, buddies mom's boyfriend was on the clean up crew telling us stories of picking body parts from trees.
Oddly I never feared the plane crash. It would at least alleviate my fear of a mediocre life though an extraordinary death :). Probably the most painless way to go and my family will likely get a huge settlement.
You would hope...Quote:
Originally Posted by Ski to Be
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1972_Andes_flight_disaster
Love that book. That is more the exception than the rule. Had their plane not just barely cleared the ridge and landed in a 3,000 foot steep avalanche gully it would have been instant lights out.
imagine the noises of the fat people being eaten.... yeeeash.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ski to Be
I don't recall there being any fat people on the menu at that point.
heights, big bugs and the creepy Asian lady who picks through my trash every Thursday.
Paddling out in large surf or skiing steep, narrow terrain. I started surfing at 35 and skiing at 45, so I am never going to rip the gnar in either sport. Pushing it with friends can scare the shit out of me. Now I just tell them to fuck off and go without me. Head high and 35 degree pitches are just fine for me now. I have nothin to prove.
That my Mom will outlive my Dad.
Snakes... always scare the shit out of me - mostly how they can just spring out of nowhere.
Also weird ocean creatures and sharks. I'm always freaked out swimming in the ocean thinking that something is going to take a chunk out of my leg.
...that in the afterlife the deer have mauls.