8 fears this time!
I am not gonna add much pics to this challenge like I did for the previous 2. It is hard enough to accept my fears and write about them. Imagine me searching good pics about stuff that I am scared about the most. Yikes! Gives me shivers down my spine! No way!
Insects might be the top list on every girl’s list. The extent of fear varies from insect to insect and its proximity to me. If I indulge in explaining them, it would be take forever. So, Insects scare me. As simple as that.
2. A horrible death:
Generally I do not watch horror movies. Now, thanks to a certain roommate, I am made to watch horror movies of insects, ghosts, alligators, snakes and what other weird creatures the insanely human mind can possibly imagine. And I found new respect for my long-lost fear of dying a terrible death.When my time comes, it should be painless and peaceful. I should not feel a thing. That’s my style.
I do not know since when I got this fear about people pursuing me on roads, especially when it is dark and not crowded. But whenever I go by walk, I never let anyone come too close behind me. It is a creepy feeling. Either I will walk fast and go ahead by 10 feet or I will do some zig-zag walking on the road and let them move in front. You may call me paranoid, but I feel it is better safe than sorry.
4. Not finding the purpose of my life and not being at peace with the same:
This is one fear that eats my brain. I cannot say my career is my passion and I have considered a number of other choices, but not one has interested me. I keep on searching and till now have not found it. I can say it is difficult to get me interested in something. And by difficult, I mean crossing 7 mountains, 7 seas waala difficulty. But, once I get interested it is a million times more difficult to take it away from me. Maybe I am not trying my hand long enough at anything to get interested or whatever. Till now, this scares the shit out of me. All I want is even if I fail to find that so-called purpose and end up living a normal life, I must be able to be at peace with it. Passion or Peace. Absence of both is hell.
This is also a recently discovered fear. I was a normal sane person until the third year of my college. But then, I had my first accident. Just a few days before my semester exams. It was an accident prone zone and I know that I would me smiling upon you from above if any vehicle had come from the opposite direction. My good luck, the road was deserted and people helped me to pick myself up soon and took me to aside. I guess since then, I have always feared the fleeting feeling that comes when you ride a bike. Since then, I drive damn slow. So, if you see a girl on the road, not going beyond a 30 kmph, please do not scorn at her! It is better if I am driving because I know I am in control, but when someone else is driving, my heart leaps at every throttle, threatening to pop out. And that will be the reason for me being so quiet on the ride if you decide to give me a lift sometime.
This is a recently discovered fear. It might have as well been there ever since I started walking, but I discovered it recently. I have never been on roller coasters, giant wheel or anything of that sort, because I know if I get into any of those, I will puke so hard that my intestines will fall out. So I have always thought it is just the speed and my ill-health that is keeping me away from the giant wheel. Now, height is added to the list. And I discovered this fear when my mom asked me to climb a ladder to hang a that-thing-which-jingles-in-the-wind (Sorry, I do not know what they call it) on the ceiling.I couldn’t even climb 3 steps of the ladder and how I got that thing hanging on the ceiling is yet another story.
7. Getting lost:
This is not so much of a fear. But whenever I venture on a new path, I carefully watch the path I walk and remember all sorts of landmarks. Cecelia Ahern’s “A place called here” just strengthened this nagging feeling. Just like the protagonist, I wouldn’t want to get to lost and if I do, I want to be found, more than anything else.
8. Not being able to express myself, when I want to:
This too,I am not sure if I could label it as fear. When I am in a position, not able to express my feelings, not able to get the right words out of my mouth, I would feel like being tortured. I hate that feeling or the thought of such a thing happening. When it happens with near and dear ones, they might understand what I am trying to tell. Well, at least they do,most of the times. But the thought of such a thing happening with strangers? Oh no! I do not even want to think about it.
What are your Yikes! kind of fears?
Until later 🙂