[quote]Vash wrote:
I fear ending up like most of my family - self- and outwardly-destructive, without drive, ambition or human value.
I fear boredom - very few things besides business have ever been hard for me.
I fear feeding my ego - because so much has come easily, I fear avoiding what doesn’t, leaving me poor monetarily and spiritually, thinking of what might have been.
I fear waking up needing a wheelchair and an external lung - on the good days, my back lets me function like a human being. On bad days, I spend all day trying to get my chest to let my lungs expand.
I fear cancer - it’s been the only thing aside from the Inquisition (or dirty cops) that have been able to kill any man in my bloodline for over 300 years.
I fear tomorrow may never come - I have a date with that bitch, and I plan to fuck her tits off.
I also fear the shitty, shitty poetry I wrote in high school will see the light of day.[/quote]
This is awesome. It makes me suspect the “shitty, shitty” poetry you wrote in high school wasn’t that shitty…
I don’t fear dismemberment, as I work with amputees everyday, and I see the technology that is out there. If you’re a transtibial amputee, you can pretty much live a completely normal life. Even transfemoral, heck, I know a bilateral transfemoral patient who runs marathons. The only ones I fear are hip disarticulations or hemipelvectomies…here you don’t have a great moment arm to generate force and you’re pretty limited for ambulation.
I fear going to prison. The thought of being confined and ruled by CO’s is one I cannot handle. Being tall, nordic-looking, muscular but not intimidating looking and from a semi-affluent, well-educated background, I figure I’d be a prime candidate for rape.
I fear being eternally cognizant in my coffin. This would be hell for me.
I fear not achieving my potential, and hanging out in a dive bar with a bunch of guys who eat chicken wings and curse their perpetual “bum luck” for putting them into their situation. I fear getting drunk enough to ask a bunch of college kids “Do…do you think yer BETTER than me??” and have them truthfully be able to answer “why yes. Yes, I do”
I fear my career. I’m good at what I do, but I put on a daily show. I’m a writer masquerading as a scientist, and people are buying the disguise - for now.
I fear going down a path of perpetually increasing apathy about physical fitness. I fear getting visceral fat around my organs and the health problems doing so would bring. I want people to look at me when I’m 50 and say “Look at the rhomboids on that 50 year old rich, successful fucker. I want him to go concentric and eccentric on my 24 year old vagina” (When I say “people” here, I’m talking about actual human females)
I fear dying alone.
I fear not living up to the expectations of my parents. They are high expectations, and my parents are old. I don’t have much time left.
I was a complete nerd growing up. I’ve gotten the shit beaten out of me more times than I can count. I have literally had my head flushed down the toilet (a “swirlie” around lunch time somehow instills you with vigor and pep for the rest of the day). I was never good at any sports. I fear that I won’t be able to act as a proper role model if I ever have a son.
I fear that Rush will never be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Even if you hate them, you’ve got to acknowledge that they belong in there.
I fear poisonous shit in the ocean. Snorkeling off Tahiti, a tide almost washed me in to a poisonous cone shell. It had its stinging appendage out and everything. Had I been 2 inches closer, our Tahitian guide said I would have been dead in 15 minutes as there was no antidote in sight.