What I Am Afraid Of

Blog Challenge Day Six: What I Am Afraid Of

Just gotta get it off my chest .....

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I'm afraid of a really REALLY lot of things.

Now, I wasn't lying. I am drawn to the edge. I love being in the fire and crave the crazy train. But that has nothing to do with being scared. I've also had to learn - the hard way - that having a desire for adventure doesn't mean I need to engage in reckless and dangerous.

So here's some of the highlights:

Vomit! It freaks me out!
Heights. <shiver>
Death. Since I was little.
Bugs! Don't mind lookin at em ... But when they move around it makes me squeal.
Loneliness. Don't mind bein alone but loneliness terrifies me.
Being caught off guard emotionally  ... It throws me off balance and makes me paranoid.
Emotional pain .... Terrifies me.
Hate ... Most toxic thing I can think of
Abandonment. Crippling fear of that.
(Hand in hand with death) Not having lived well or lived to the fullest. Essentially, wasted life.
Booze. Very afraid of booze.
Airplane turbulence.
Slimy foods. <another shiver>
The ocean. I'm completely awestruck by the ocean, it's beauty, mystery and power. I am mesmerized but the thought of not being able to see beneath me is sheer terror.

There are so many more.

Oddly enough, I had no problem breaking up bar fights and riding storms.

I never claimed to make sense .... Or be sensible, for that matter.

So if you want to chase a tornado or run toward a fiery car crash I'm TOTALLY down. However, chasing me down with slimy stewed okra beside a sharp drop off next to a bug with prickly little legs might cause a mental breakdown. Just sayin ...

And even if it scares me, I might just do it anyway.