What would you reckon, knowing me? Heights and small spaces?
I really don’t much care for either.
A lot of people’s greatest fear is dying alone.
I don’t think I want to do that but it isn’t something that keeps me awake nights.
The only thing I ever failed was my Canadian driver’s license, which is notoriously easy to do.
I got no sympathy.
Screw them all.
I’ve got a bit of a cancer thing. That’s a definite fear.
I have every test known to medicine-kind as often as they’ll let me.
It’s pretty cool living in Canada because I don’t have to pay for the tests, x-rays and stuff…they’re all part of the fabulous socialist package over here.
My greatest fear though, is fear of not being loved. There. I said it.
I’m pathetic. I love being loved and I hate rejection. [sigh]
[What did I do? What did I say? Why don’t you love me anymore?]
I catch myself being a fear-of-not-being-loved sadass all the time.
I’ve got it.It makes me sensitive sometimes.
And I hate that.
Everyone hates that.
The thing is, when people DO love me I am so surprised and shocked
Because I don’t feel that I deserve peoples love and affection.
I don’t warrant it. I am not good enough and I can’t live up to it.
That’s the self-talk. That’s what’s in THERE. [sigh]
Truthfully, I am blessed.
I have an amazing number of really close friends all over the world – people I would take a bullet for (and vice versa).
My phone rings constantly and I have RSS from texting.
I love entertaining and going to parties.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for your friendship.
Thank you for helping me with my fear EVERY DAY
If my fear has caused you consternation through being a sad clingy high maintenance whining monster I am really really really sorry.
I love you all.
I hope you feel it
Now is your chance to say really nice things about how fabulous I am and how much you love me
[errr, that is if any one of the 60 or so people that read this darn thing would just say SOMETHING….]