I'll start with my fears. And the unreasonable back-stories that go with them.
First of all, I'm afraid of freakin' pyramids!
Why? Pyramids are the gateway between our world and the next, the knowledge to build 'em are way beyond their time, and I hate the way they mock me with their triangular perfection.
I have a hunch you were guessing my reasons were mummies... That isn't the case however. I just think of them as zombies who are too afraid to show their undead bodies...
This next one's specific... I fear the part of the end credits of most movies where they say, "In memory of..." It just chills me to the bone when the credit music stops and those words appear in white against a dark background... I have that feeling that someone is watching me and that I should show respect.
Coming up is the common fear of heights (PUNNED). Besides the typical reason of being afraid to fall down... I keep thinking that the fear of the fall would kill me way before the impact. Funny how the human mind works. You're aware that you fear the fear of your fear and yet you still remain afraid...
I admit that I'm not a thrill-seeker and that I am easily amused or satisfied with what I have to not look for anything else (Buddhist much?). So I guess you might include horror movies, roller coasters, and all the other stuff daring people who have less amounts of endorphin would do.
Hmmm... there's also my issues with blood. That's why it's inside the freakin' body. I know that blood is life and all... so am I indirectly implying that I fear life? Yes, I do, I really do. Living every day just means one thing, you're gonna die any time; whether you like it or not, death will always come and will have the last laugh.
There's that saying though, "Live your life to the fullest." I really can't argue with that. But the more I live it to the fullest, the more I fear of letting it go; letting it all go to waste. But only one thought comforts me on that notion, "No one ever really dies."
Taken from the band, N.E.R.D, it has always been my defining concept. We never die and disappear from existence, instead we live on but in a different form. Our body releases its hull but the energy inside never dies (This is not a Black Eyed Peas reference). What a comforting thought...
Back to my fears; my mom used to tell me that if I swallowed a watermelon seed (or any seed, for that matter), it would grow inside my stomach. You know how deductive I can be, right? I then concluded that the seed would continue to grow as a plant until my body would explode.
Then there's policemen... I was usually misbehaving back then. My mom would tell me policemen are these soulless law-enforcers who take away naughty children and either hit them with their batons or make them deaf with their supersonic radios. Those were the freakin' days...
There's the fear of insects and all those creepy crappy crawlies. Besides their alien appearance, and irritating buzzing, it's the sound of their crunchy bodies being crushed which drives me insane... especially cockroaches who can live for two weeks without a head, survive nuclear warfare, but are practically left for dead when on their backs.
Nothing to fear but fear itself, right? In this case, nothing to fear but the fear of pyramids, after-show memorials, heights, horror movies, roller coasters, blood, life, seeds, policemen, and insects. But that didn't stop me from living my life filled with all these specific hindrances. Me and my big mouth leave you with this saying. "May you make fear a better obstacle for it to make you a better person."
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