Pointlessness.
Any of my 3 sons (I only have sons) dying before me. I just don’t even know how I would ever even get out of bed again. People say that you go on because you have other kids to take care of, but I don’t know, I just can’t see it happening- the going on, I mean. I tell my kids that when I die, although I know they’ll be sad, they should really be happy for me, because I got what I wanted- I died before them.
I fear the I will die by being murdered.
And being 60 years old and doing the exact thing then, that I am doing now. Sitting alone in my apartment watching TV with my cat. If I am this depressed now, I can only imagine what I will feel like then.
You should not reveal your greatest fear. It is a weapon that can be used against you.
:eek:
I swear to og, if any of you ever kill my kids because you now know this about me, I will send someone to get you. I’d get you myself but I will be in the bed.
I fear my inner darkness is going to swallow me someday.
I also fear waking up one day to find a cockroach on my face.
I find this kind of laughable, since many of the people have intangible fears, such as dying alone or the darkness within- not small little things like spiders or the boogie monster. It would be pretty damn hard to make a lot of these fears into some sort of weapon, unless somebody would really like to take a go at mine. :rolleyes:
I welcome death (and no, I am not suicidal) and look forward to life after… but good lord what if I am wrong in what I believe? What if there is nothing and I spend the rest of afterlife in darkness?
ugh! now I’m worried about the freakin what-ifs, damnit.
For years, I would have said “Eels.”
But lately I’ve realized I’m not that afraid of eels anymore. I guess you can only be deathly afraid of eels for so many years without any kind of massive eel attack before the edge of the fear wears off.
That’s probably when they’ll get me, now that my defenses are down.
Hmm… but is it not also a weapon… I could use… against THE WORLD!!!
:evil finger pyramid:
It varies from month to month. Currently my greatest fear is that I’m going to find out my former house really didn’t sell (Although the closing was over 6 months ago). And that THEY are going to come back for THEIR money. And I’m going to be in a scene like the one from It’s A Wonderful Life where Jimmy Stewart says, "But I don’t have your money, It’s in. . . " And I’m going to be stuck with that sh**ty house in this depressed real estate market.
Why yes, I am prone to high anxiety. They’re not gonna dump that house on me, are they?
Dying in a variety of nasty ways. It’s the idea of being afraid and in pain in my last seconds that gets me. Ugh.
I also occasionally freak myself out with the whole “there’s no afterlife and everyone I have ever known will just cease to exist someday” thing, but that’s depressing more than scary. Scary, I guess, is when I start thinking “Or wait, what if all that Catholic-upbringing stuff is true and I’m going to burn in hell for all eternity? Maybe I should be a Catholic again… BUT WAIT, what if I become a Catholic and then I die and it turns out Jack Chick was actually right and I go to hell anyway? Or what if it’s Islam that’s right and… OH GOD I’M DOOMED”.
… actually, the thought of Jack Chick being right is scary on many, many levels. Fortunately, in my more rational moments I realise it’s a fairly unlikely outcome.
I find the limitations placed by death very reassuring. There’s only so much that I can screw up. However the process of dying seems pretty unpleasant.
Death. I wish I wasn’t so afraid of it, because I think my fear keeps me from living my life the way I really want to, and keeps me semi-believing in ideas I’d rather discard completely. I think I’d rather be immortal than die, but I’d prefer the existence of an afterlife over immortality (unless said afterlife sucked, of course). But nothing? That’s the worst, most terrifying option of all. Who wants to not exist?
Being dead. The dying part doesn’t matter so much; it’s all the nothing after that. It gets to me more and more lately like “Huh. I’ll never get to [mundane daily task; last time it was “make lunch for my kid”] again. OMG I’M GOING TO BE DEAD!”
That and home invasion. shudder
My greatest fear did happen. My oldest son died 18 months ago.
I’m not afraid of anything anymore.
Eh, this happened to me once. No big deal! You brush it off and go back to sleep, keeping your mouth firmly closed 
The biggest fear of my life is that I will end up alone, without ever having experienced the sort of love that people write songs about… not those sad, dysfunctional love songs, but like, I dunno, Air Supply.
Or conversely, finding that love, and then someone murdering him 
{{farmerchick}} I’m so sorry.
Mine have been covered.
Outliving my children or their children.
Quadraplegia.
Losing my mental faculties to accident or disease.
I am so sorry, too. I can’t even imagine the endless grief and pain that must accompany the death of your child- I could not be strong enough, I am sure.