We’re all afraid of something. It is natural. Fear (when it is not overwhelming) is a way to protect us from doing stupid dangerous things. Being scared is an innate tool to stay alive and as un-hurt as possible.
I must say, that all in all, I am not someone who has a lot of real fears. There are a lot of things that I don’t like, but not to the point of being scared of them (example: spiders).
I don’t feel insecure walking alone in the streets of Montréal by night (ok, I wouldn’t go to some particular neighbourhoods, but that’s called being smart, not scared). I tried bungee jumping, I jumped out of an airplane (ok, let’s give the credit of me living to tell to the guy who was strapped to my back, but still… I did it!) In Guinea I went hicking with friends in places where there were all kind of potential killer animals and creatures and I swam in waters where I could have been hurt by a shark, or a manta ray. I hope not to hurt too much, but I think I can say in all honesty that I am not scared of death, per say.
But there is one thing that makes me totally paranoïac, and that is to be caught in a fire, or to have my home burned down. I absolutely dread that. I always double check the stove after using it, I never leave any appliance running if I leave the appartment, and will always be the first one to notice a strange burning smell!
I don’t know where that comes from… My parents were never afraid of fire, so they didn’t transfer that fear to me. And I never had traumatic incidents happen to me, involving fire. So this phobia is a real mystery to me. But it is there…
Crawling in the shadows… The monster under my bed.
What about you… What are you really afraid of?