Ten Day Meme, Day Three

Eight Fears.

1. Those I love dying. I'm actually not at all afraid of dying myself, but losing someone close to me terrifies me.

2. Mirrors. I've been afraid of them since I was a kid. 'Nuff said. I do have a goodly stash of peace water & war water to help me deal with the three mirrors I have in my house (which I've not had a problem with), but I still avoid passing in front of mirrors at night / in the dark.

3. Needles. Eugh shiver eugh.

4. Heights. I'm usually fine if I'm doing something where I'm in a harness, and I can just turn the fear off. But looking over high railings and such just makes my knees all wibbly.

5. Bankruptcy. Being so poor I don't know if I can put food in my fridge. Financial uncertainty in general.

6. A particular section of Greenwood Road, at night. There's something there, and it doesn't want me there.

7. Fire. As in housefires. I am one of those people who obsessively checks the stove and any appliance that heats up before I leave the house. I am terrified of housefires, which might lead directly to fears #1 and #5.

8. Losing the use of my hands. I am extra-careful with my hands now. They are how I make a living. Therefore I take fewer risks and am generally pretty cautious. And yet, there's always the possibility that I could trip and fall and break a wrist or have some random injury that totally screws me over. So, I am knocking on wood, but that stuff scares me.