My Fears.

Little Intro

So it's 20 to midnight and I'm doubtful that I'll be able to finish this post in time (unless I type at full speed and make it relatively short), but hey, it's worth a shot right? Anyhow, important notice, this is not my idea. While it's difficult for anybody to claim the idea, the inspiration for this post came from another fellow blogger. Done with the introductions, here we go with my fears.

Regret

I am extremely scared of regret. Reason being that I simply dislike messing up something that could have been prevented. I'm afraid that when I grow up I'll have lived a life not worth living. Maybe this fear of regret branches out to a fear of not have to lived a fulfilled life.

Everybody has things they regret. Whether they chose to drop the luggage or keep on carrying it throughout their lives is up to them. For me it's difficult to just let something go, especially if it's something important.

Regression

Oh, another "R" word. Another one of my biggest fears is to regress. I get demotivated when people say I have gotten worse (and this fear might branch out to a fear of old age), even if it's the most trivial thing. My biggest goal in life is to live it happily and to its extent, but what's the point of trying if you're only going to get worse?

A Specific Type Of Death

If I died and nobody knew about it, I'd be devastated (or not, considering the fact that I'm dead). When I die, I want to be around people. I'm afraid of dying alone in a way (which could lead to possible autophobia, fear of being alone). Kind of hard to explain actually. Ultimately I think I just want to die with another person.

EDIT: Now that I think about it I am very afraid of being alone.

And That's All I Can Think About

Ahhh, looks like we did it. Five minutes till midnight. I think that telling somebody about your fears is a good thing. Hopefully you feel like you know me a bit better, even if you have never met me in real life. I think it's highly unlikely, but maybe I have an actual reader (who is consistently reading my posts) who only has an idea of who I am from my blog. I'd like to meet that person one day (of course, only if there is such person). There's a side of me that comes out whenever I blog, and it's interesting to see what people think about only that side.

Goodnight everybody. I'm an 8 today.

"I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears." - Edith Piaf