What are you most afraid of?

[Tri4Cy]

Same ... and to clarify, fear of falling is not the same as fear of heights. I have no issues being in a very tall, sturdy building. Like climbing a lighthouse with a nice, solid railing. But being up high in something rickety . . . that bugs me.

Ditto. It's crazy. I rock climb and am terrified of falling. I've never had anxiety while climbing though. I trust my partners and the system in place to protect me. Put me on an expose trail or mtn road with a shear cliff and the anxiety builds pretty quick.

 

[4theCYcle]

What about being able to have kids but then they turn out to be idiots? That'd be my fear.

That's a logical fear. That hadn't crossed my mind yet, but thanks for adding another one to the list. haha

 

[cyhiphopp]

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.

Ok Falco.

 

[cyhiphopp]

Unemployment as a single dude. There is no safety net

Unfortunately, it's worse when you are the sole worker in your family. I got fired when I had a stay at home mom wife and two kids. That SUUUUUUUUCKED!!

 

[cyhiphopp]

Not being able to trust those closest to me.

Not reaching some travel and retirement goals before I’m old or dead.

Trust no one Fox, especially not the government

 

[cyhiphopp]

Basically the whole "Misery" scenario.

Good thing for you that no one is your "Number One Fan".

 

[cyhiphopp]

People saying "May the 4th be with you" all freaking day.

Honestly, outliving my children and wife.

And also with you.

Lift up your hearts

Lift them up to the force

 

[cyhiphopp]

my girlfriend when she sees me smoke a drunk cigarette

How do you get a cigarette drunk?

 

[cyhiphopp]

What about being able to have kids but then they turn out to be idiots? That'd be my fear.

I never thought about that. Crap.
Makes me think of my middle son who peed his pants because he didn't factor in how long it would take to get upstairs and past the baby gate.

 

[srjclone]

How do you get a cigarette drunk?

 

[cyhiphopp]

That's a good one, Lord knows we have plenty enough Hawkeye fans.

Not funny.

My eldest son says he wants to cheer for both schools because his step-dad is going to AIB (Iowa) and now he's a Hawk fan. And now my ex-wife, who met me at ISU, has hawk shirts and bought my son hawk shirts.

I'm thinking about taking her to a mediator over the matter.

Middle son is still loyal, and the baby is smarter than both of them.

 

[VeloClone]

I'm afraid of heights which in my career I have been very successful in overcoming. But it just about drove me bonkers going to the Grand Canyon and having my kids (one of whom is very impulsive and not terribly self aware) running around just feet away from an unprotected edge to the abyss.

Getting sweaty palms just typing this...

 

[urb1]

How do you get a cigarette drunk?

That was my first thought!

 

[carvers4math]

Not funny.

My eldest son says he wants to cheer for both schools because his step-dad is going to AIB (Iowa) and now he's a Hawk fan. And now my ex-wife, who met me at ISU, has hawk shirts and bought my son hawk shirts.

I'm thinking about taking her to a mediator over the matter.

Middle son is still loyal, and the baby is smarter than both of them.

Wow this is sad. Have you checked step-dad’s criminal record online?

 

[cyrocksmypants]

How do you get a cigarette drunk?

You’re so old. “Smoke a drunk cigarette” is slang for banging a coked up prostitute.

 

[cyhiphopp]

Well, I came into this thread thinking of lighthearted stuff and people got all deep on me.

Lighthearted fears:
Spiders and bugs: Mostly from my parents basement and cockroaches and spiders and stuff. The middle of Temple of Doom didn't help either.

Creepy Clowns: Not regular clowns who look nice and happy, but IT and John Wayne Gacy and really freaking creepy clowns.

Deep:
Definitely agree with the fears involving your kids and family. Sucks.


One specific fear started a few years ago and has to do with my kids.
My older boys were 4 and 6 when their mom and I decided to split for good. That really tore me up. I stayed with her for a lot longer than I should have because of my kids. The day I moved out of the house was one of the worst days of my life. It didn't help that my ex said she would keep the kids away until I was gone, but she decided I'd had enough time and came home anyways. Thanks for that.

My fear stems from that split. I am horrified that our divorce has caused emotional trauma to my boys. Middle boy was only 4 at the time, so I don't think he understood it that well, but he's still a pretty immature kid. He's 9 now, so he's got time to adjust. Oldest was 6 so he was there for a lot of the bad days leading up to the split. He was having emotional outbursts then and I'm afraid it was in reaction to the tension between his mom and I. He's still a good kid, but he seems like he has some empathy issues. That might just be part of his personality or maybe his mothers influence, but he's a little less care free than I wish he could be.

So there's my debby downer, hopefully irrational fear.

 

[cyhiphopp]

Wow this is sad. Have you checked step-dad’s criminal record online?

Yes I have. He's originally from the south and had no college affiliation other than Bama before he started going to AIB for his MBA. So he's a pure t-shirt fan and not a Ferentz disciple.

 

[cyhiphopp]

You’re so old. “Smoke a drunk cigarette” is slang for banging a coked up prostitute.

Ahh. You kids these days. You go smoke that drunk cigarette. Smoke the **** out of her!

 

[cyhiphopp]

Pedophiles

God damn it. Quit adding new stuff for me to be terrified about.

 

[kentkel]

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.

This reminds me of something Steven Wright said:
"When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually."