Sharks. Irrational fear of being attacked
sitting in the middle of Iowa, you gave me goose bumpsA few years back I swam with sharks. Most thrilling and exhilarating experience I’ve ever had.
sitting in the middle of Iowa, you gave me goose bumps
I’m not afraid of death so much, I’m afraid of no afterlife. We lost a child at birth, it’s been brutal on me, and I anticipate it will be every day for the rest of my life. The chance of meeting him again is my only concern now in regards to my own soul.
Hope I didn’t go too deep on you all.
I'm most afraid of failure.
I try not to let it stop me from doing things to move forward towards my goals. Its a major motivator for me at home, work, etc. Kindof a copout answer, but its what I'm afraid of the most.
Since I grew up with a good family and lots of opportunities that others didn't have or won't have, I feel obligated to make the most of the hand life gave me.
Sometimes a Great Notion (aka Never Give an Inch). Great movie.I saw a movie once, where a tree fell on top of this guy, and pinned him down on his back in a really shallow river. The water was maybe a foot deep, and he could totally get his arms out of the water. His face, however was trapped just below the surface by just inches. He couldn't get air, but he could splash around a lot.
That was pretty terrifying to me. Horrible way to go out.
That's not the one I'm thinking of, but it's definitely similar.Sometimes a Great Notion (aka Never Give an Inch). Great movie.
Losing a close member of my family. I've been fortunate to not have to experience any close family member dying yet. Being burned alive. Drowning when trapped. An EMP. Real deadly snakes. Also, the potential fear of not being able to have kids.
Pretty much anything to do with not being here for my family or losing my wife or kids.
Quicksand.
You're playing and you think everything is going fine. Then one thing goes wrong. And then another. And another. You try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink. Until you can't move... you can't breathe... because you're in over your head. Like quicksand.
Being a parent. Thankfully, we made it through my son's teenage years (he is now 20), but there is nothing like the panic that you feel as a parent when you wake up and realize it's well past curfew and you haven't heard your kid come in yet (or call). That's why I rarely sleep (even now) until my son is home. It will be nice when he gets an apartment as I won't be expecting him (though having him leave the nest will be a challenge as well).
What about being able to have kids but then they turn out to be idiots? That'd be my fear.