Monday, February 3, 2014

The Art of Being Afraid of Everything

Fear is one thing that makes us human. Not THE one thing, but one thing. If you can't feel fear then I don't believe you can qualify as a human. It's just one of those basic emotions that you have. I think when most people think of fear their minds jump to spiders and the dark. Hell and drowning. The typical things. When I think of fear- I think of so many things. I even tend to think about things that someone wouldn't normally fear and how it could be fearful.

For instance. A soda can. Nothing scary, right? But I jump right to thinking about how freaked out someone would be to slice their whole mouth on the sharp edge near the tab- the look of horror on their face as they felt blood gush from their lips.

It's odd seeing things this way and it makes nothing feel safe. I'm a fairly timid person as is. I have my mega fears, the things I fear most. But I also have smaller, odd fears.

One of my biggest fears is losing my SO(significant other). I honestly don't know what I would do. I'm so attached and clingy to him that it's scary. If something were to happen to him, I think I'd wind up sitting on the floor for several days just in thought.

One of my other fears would have to be being around people. I struggle with Anxiety/Social Anxiety and just the thought of being around a lot of people that I don't know is enough to give me a panic attack.

Those are my biggest, mega fears. They are the final bosses at the end of my life. I can't see myself defeating them anytime soon.

Besides those larger fears, I seem to worry...a lot. I worry so much to the point that I'm pretty sure it's unhealthy. I lose sleep because of how much I worry. It's almost 12 AM and I was supposed to be asleep two hours ago but I began to worry. I worry about everything. Quite literally, everything and I don't really like using the word 'literally'.

I worry about my SO's job and if he's doing okay. I worry that he'll get fired or have a crappy day. I worry if he ate or if he's tired. I worry about bills and food- if we'll have enough to make meals and get by until our next food shopping day. I worry about my SO getting sick or getting some crazy fatal disease. I worry about having enough milk for cereal. I worry about a zombie apocalypse starting or the world ending. I worry about my family and my SO's family. I worry about our place catching on fire or someone breaking in. I worry about accidentally hurting myself when I cook. I worry about our plans changing at the last minute. I worry about the phone ringing or someone dropping by unexpected. I could go on and on.

The worries never stop. The only break I get from them is while I sleep and usually I'll have really vivid dreams that seem to echo various worries, though sometimes I just have crazy dreams for the sake of having crazy dreams too.

It's pretty ridiculous. I don't even know why it happens. It makes me feel like those prude, uptight characters you always see in TV shows because I bet that's how I come off to people that know this about me.

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