What Am I Afraid Of?

Bugs. Sorry ladies, I will not kill that spider for you. Unless I have a bottle of Windex at hand, then we’ll be talking. Or one of those guns that shoots salt at them, that would be an entertaining, yet scary experience.

I think that’s it though. Bugs just feel weird. They look weird too.

Like a previous post, I’m pretty afraid of being a failure. Though that’s weird to say when you feel you’re already a failure in what you do. When you’re not given a chance to prove anyone otherwise, it’s hard to not feel that way. Some people are afraid they can’t live to others’ expectations. Or they can’t live up to the expectations they envision in themselves. I know that eats at me a lot.

It’s also weird to think people are afraid of death. It’s part of life. Birth and death are the two things we as humans have in common. There’s no changing that. I accept the concept of death. Maybe people are more afraid of how they die. Burning building, overdose, shot, etc. I don’t know.

Though back to bugs. They’re terrible. I still won’t kill them for you. Just give me a shoe and we might talk.