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There's very few things that I would actually consider myself to be scared of, and the things that I am, it's only in certain situations.

I'm absolutely terrified of the thought of a house fire. When I was eight, my dad fell asleep when he was making dinner. I was outside playing in the garden with my friend. The oil in the pan overheated and burst into flames. My dad got out of the house and the fire was put out before the fire engine even got there. No-one was hurt and if you think about it, nothing was really damaged. However, since then the thought of my house going on fire has really got to me. The simple though of losing everything that you hold dear, having to start all over again from scratch. Losing things that you can never replace. I used to sleep walk and have nightmares about it. Even now, I often can't watch television programmes about fire before I go to bed.

However, with that being said, I find fire fascinating. I love to watch bonfires and crime shows about arson. I love looking at debris of things ravaged by flames, look at burnt shells of houses and things.

I just can't handle the thought of -my- things going on fire. I also feel a lot of empathy for people who have been through that, and would bend over backwards to try and help someone in that situation.

Other than fire, the thoughts of being a nobody scare me too. The thought of having all my life to live, and not doing anything of note. I'm terrified of waking up one day, middle-aged in a dead end job, with bratty kids and a failing marriage, realising that I've not done anything with my life. By that point, with the commitments that I do have, it will be too late. Mediocrity scares me. It seems stupid, but it does.
Old Posted 05-11-2012, 05:36 PM Reply With Quote