Day twentysix – Your fears.

Well, one of my fears is this scenario.

Time. I am afraid of time. Because it is keeps ticking. I think it’s scary. Like this moment, right now, is already the past now. We are born and we die and all the stuff in the middle is just stuff in the middle. We can get rich, we can have a million babies, we can save the world, we can even break the world record of stuffing marshmallows in our mouth, but eventually time is going to catch up with us and then we die. Our life is over. Our family and friends might remember us for a few generations, but after that we’ll probably be forgotten unless we get into the history books. Our graves will be emptied to make room for new dead people and that is the end of our existence. (I’m not religious, but more about that later.) Yes, I am afraid of time. I’m already 17 and it just really scares me that I'll never be 16 again. Or 12. Or 8. Or a baby. Those days are over, and I can barely remember anything that happened back then. The thought of experiencing and loving the things I do know, but that I won’t remember in a few years is just horrible. Man, am I even making sense? You get me right? I am 17 years old and I am already in a midlife crisis. I should grow a ponytail, get some awful tattoos and go cruising on route 66 with my motorcycle.

Other fears, ones that make more sense and make me look less like a freakshow, are blood, too-short-bitten-nails (It freaked me out when I was a nail-biter and it freaks me even more out now.) and more blood. I am not even one of those people who jumps from people popping up or from crazy costumes in movies, but I get really scared of blood. People bleeding, people making other people bleed, blood on the floor, on knives and gushing from wounds. Blood. It’s disgusting.