Twenty-six days of fear and loathing in 666 characters each day. I’ve run out of ideas. I googled “fear” and came up with a Reese Witherspoon movie and a factoid about there being only two innate fears for humans. Nothing there to generate any interest. Much of what I actually fear turns out to be pretty mundane. I fear being buried alive. I fear the idea of the grave and moldering away, yes the old feast-for-worms scenario. I fear losing my mind slowly, as well as the flipside of that – losing my ability to move while keeping my mind intact. I fear dying before my children. I fear that my degenerative discs and crushed nerves will eventually turn my life into hell. And I fear that nothing about me will matter in the end, that my words will falter, and no one will notice my absence. This changes nothing.
That about sums it up!
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Even in running out of things to say, you’ve said things.
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Yes, I know some of those fears myself.
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Laughing… I had to look up the definition of “mundane” after reading about your “mundane” fears.
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These are legitimate. Ultimately we fear what will affect our day-to-day lives, I think.
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