It’s Tuesday and that means it’s Listable Life time. Is it a coincidence that we’re asked to write about things that frighten us on the first day back to the grind after a holiday? I think not. I’m assuming that “The Tuesday after a long holiday weekend” is the assumed item number six on everyone’s list.
Without further ado, Five Things that Terrify Me:
1. Missing an Exam. And I’m not even in school anymore. That’s right. Though I finished my master’s degree almost a decade ago, I still have nightmares that I have arrived too late to take a final exam. Actually the dream usually involves my organic chemistry class in undergrad. Thanks a lot, Dr. Coke.
2. Cockroaches. I don’t just find this punks gross… they actually terrify me. Before you judge, consider a question: Do you live north of Virginia or west of Tennessee? Then you don’t have cockroaches like we do down here in the South (or like we’ll have in Hawaii). These things are big enough to carry small firearms, clever enough to have an 8th grade education and they fly. Yes, they fly…usually directly at your face. Shudder.
3. Tornadoes. I’ve lived through quite a few of these bad boys and while they’re obscenely powerful and cause ridiculous damage even to the point of claiming lives, I’m not usually one to fear things that might happen to me, so when I hear a warning I pay attention but I don’t freak out. HOWEVER. A very damaging series of tornadoes swept through NC last year and I managed to elude them in my vehicle by a mile or two (or a minute or two) totally oblivious to what was going on and I’m left feeling like I may have exhausted my free passes. So perhaps the truth is that I fear my own superstition, not the tornadoes.
4. The bottom of the ocean OR lake. I mentioned this fear before and made clear that it’s not the thousands of leagues of depth I fear, but even the shallow right-by-shore depth. This is mostly because I can’t see to the bottom (so I’m better with this in tropical water) and I deeply fear stepping on…anything. And while stepping on, say, a sting ray is a legimate fear for the ocean, what am I really afraid of in a lake? Rusty beer cans. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
5. Being afraid. On a somewhat more serious note, I fear fear itself. The most terrifying prospect in my life is to be terrified into paralysis. This fear sits back in the recesses of my mind, but if I’m honest the notion that I could fail to act, miss out on something or leaving a loved one in the lurch because of my own fears is, well, frightening. I can point to a number of regrets from my childhood that came about because I was afraid and so as an adult, I’ve made every effort to overcome the insecurities that hold me back. And I fear the fear someday taking over again.
What do you fear?