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Tornadoes, bees, and tornadoes made of bees

TRANS+CRAZY wrote:To me, the only thing that I am afraid of most is dying. Afraid to die young, afraid to die from any illness, afraid to die an old woman even! Death is a subject I don't ever want to talk about, or think.

well thats me too.

I'm not afraid of dying, per se, just the thought of extreme agony before it happens. I hope I die so quickly that I don't even know I'm not in the world anymore (but still leave a recognizable corpse).

This maybe suprising, but it is......

the universe. it freaks me out cause of how technical we are now, and it scares me cause we may be the only living things in the universe..........

Tweezy wrote:Tornadoes, bees, and tornadoes made of bees

You would have had a total breakdown here in 2003. We had 300+ tornado warnings and the 5 towns were either wiped out or heavily damaged in a 4 day period. It was scary and awesome at the same time. My neighbor called me saying there was a tornado headed this way and I needed to get into her basement with my kids. On my way over it was dead calm outside, the sky was blackish green and the entire storm seemed to be spinning. I met her outside and she was freaking out and I told her that she did not need to worry. There are no tornado chasers around here I kid you not right then a couple trucks with the satellites on hood drove past.

My greatest fear is me and what I could become if I don't have my head on straight.

I know this from the first page, but...

Grahf wrote:I will openly admit I have a few mental issues. I've developed some serious trust issues, and no longer date.

Here, here. *Raises glass* I get a lot of strange looks from people when I tell them that. They're like "You're nineteen. And you're a... Guy." The thought of a guy so young chooses to live alone for, hopefully, the rest of my life seems odd to people. Sometimes, it sucks. I admit that there are times I wish I had someone to hold onto at night. But the end of relationships is twice as bad as never starting one up.

I was engaged. Engaged for a whole entire year. You might look at my age and see I'm only nineteen. So, yeah, I was eighteen when I proposed. Why? *Shrug* I'll be the first to go out of my way to discourage engagements between people my age. So I don't have any explanation for why I did it. Just felt like it was right. Then everything that happened with me turned my world upside-down and our relationship became strained. The final two months she was no longer interested in me physically until the day came when I was getting dressed to go to work and the phone rang. She said that she'd been cheating for the past two months and she wanted to be with him because she was happier with him than me.

So I did the only thing I could do. Finished getting dressed, went to work, bit my lip, and did my job. Its all I've been doing for the past... Nine months since she left.

This girl I met at the movies gave me her phone number a month or two back, but I never picked up the phone. I just... Can't. Can't do that again. Can't.

Today i figured out that i had another fear ...

Quicksilver ! ...

No, i dont mean you AlienQuickSilver ...

Deathnoble, I definitely agree with you that nobody in their teens should get engaged, ever (unless you have a kid, which I also discourage). I got married at your age, and had a baby at 20. So I've been married almost four years and I'm only 23. Wouldn't tell anyone that's the way to go, but I've made it work.

I understand being afraid of getting hurt again. My pain was different than yours, as my love died, but I was afraid of ever getting close to anyone again. All I can say is, never say never.

And I've given that same argument to those like me. Oh, sure I'd like to believe that somebody out there is special enough a gal to change my mind. Yeah, we'd all like that perfect movie scene where she's on the brink of tears and yelling her profession of love at this cold exteriored man that never shows a drop of emotion to no one, after his heart was broken so many years ago. Then finally he turns to look at her and the whole crowd gasps because there's tears in his eyes. He walks to her and collapses into her arms. The man that stood a symbol of strength through heartlessness has finally shown that he's human as he has now fallen into the arms of the woman that loved him, so that she may now carry him because after so many years of being the hero his strength is finally gone.

Oh yeah... I've given that speech a hundred times. The day will come when you meet the one. I don't believe in soul mates, I don't believe in fate, and I don't believe that there's such a thing as the woman that will be perfect in my eyes.

But then... Who knows? Maybe I'm just bitter inside still. Hey, truth be told is I'm still dealing with my break-up. The proof is in fact that even though she left me, she won't stop driving by my house and trying to look in my windows after I deactivated my phone and blocked her email just to get her to leave me alone.

You know... I should probably be concerned about that...

Gnomes

Well....you are only 19. And you're obviously still not completely over what happened. You're not going to still be dealing with it when you're 25, 30, 35, etc. Most people get to a point where they are ready to get into another relationship.

True. If I were on the outside looking in, I'd probably say that I'll be done dealing with right as soon as I stop having to worry because my ex won't stop driving by my place or always trying to get into touch.

You know? The wounds will heal when the knife that cut them finally takes its leave and gets lost.



Oh yeah, I'm also afraid of flying. I don't even like to jump. Let alone be up in a plane. Works out well because I love to drive.

God Wrath is what i fear the most

DeathNoble wrote:And I've given that same argument to those like me. Oh, sure I'd like to believe that somebody out there is special enough a gal to change my mind. Yeah, we'd all like that perfect movie scene where she's on the brink of tears and yelling her profession of love at this cold exteriored man that never shows a drop of emotion to no one, after his heart was broken so many years ago. Then finally he turns to look at her and the whole crowd gasps because there's tears in his eyes. He walks to her and collapses into her arms. The man that stood a symbol of strength through heartlessness has finally shown that he's human as he has now fallen into the arms of the woman that loved him, so that she may now carry him because after so many years of being the hero his strength is finally gone.

Oh yeah... I've given that speech a hundred times. The day will come when you meet the one. I don't believe in soul mates, I don't believe in fate, and I don't believe that there's such a thing as the woman that will be perfect in my eyes.

But then... Who knows? Maybe I'm just bitter inside still. Hey, truth be told is I'm still dealing with my break-up. The proof is in fact that even though she left me, she won't stop driving by my house and trying to look in my windows after I deactivated my phone and blocked her email just to get her to leave me alone.

You know... I should probably be concerned about that...

Sounds like she thought the grass was greener on the other side only to find it was not so. Her loss! Have you thought of moving? I would. Get a restraining order so you can document. If she still continues to bother you she can go to jail.
The wounds are still fresh. To make matters worse she keeps pouring salt on your wounds making them hurt like new all over again. Give it time after she leaves you alone. You will once again have a fresh view of life and love. Even if you never do more then casually date the sting will fade to a distant memory.

It took me a year and a half and a five hour move to get over my bf's accident. I've had breakups (or unrequited "love") that took a long time as well. But most people are capable of loving again, and you most likely will. It almost never happens like you said earlier. In fact, I met my husband while crying at a concert over my boyfriend.

Doesn't help, either, that "our song" plays over the intercom at work since its on the "soundtrack" for my store. I've had to listen to "our song" at least three times a day, five days a week for the past six months.

Missourisnowflakes, I'm not sure what she thinks. Her and I met while she was with the guy before me, were friends forever while she was with him, then on graduation day he walked up to everyone in our little friends group was like "Yeah, so I've been lying this whole time. I just failed my senior year. See ya guys." This was at the stadium for graduation. Two weeks later she cheated on him with me. Then ended up with me. So I really should've seen that cheating part coming. As for your guess of the green grass theory... I am still perplexed by her obsession. The first two months following the end she left me alone. Then out of nowhere. This. Bad part is, she's still with the new guy. She's got a new boyfriend and is literally, stalking her ex who just happens to be me.

Now that I sit down and actually put it all into words and think about everything. This is a truly distressing situation.

DeathNoble wrote:Doesn't help, either, that "our song" plays over the intercom at work since its on the "soundtrack" for my store. I've had to listen to "our song" at least three times a day, five days a week for the past six months.

Missourisnowflakes, I'm not sure what she thinks. Her and I met while she was with the guy before me, were friends forever while she was with him, then on graduation day he walked up to everyone in our little friends group was like "Yeah, so I've been lying this whole time. I just failed my senior year. See ya guys." This was at the stadium for graduation. Two weeks later she cheated on him with me. Then ended up with me. So I really should've seen that cheating part coming. As for your guess of the green grass theory... I am still perplexed by her obsession. The first two months following the end she left me alone. Then out of nowhere. This. Bad part is, she's still with the new guy. She's got a new boyfriend and is literally, stalking her ex who just happens to be me.

Now that I sit down and actually put it all into words and think about everything. This is a truly distressing situation.

You know honestly, you should figure out why exactly she's doing that.....not necessarilarly by flat out confronting her, but maybe go to someone you both know, or something, figure out what her deal is. Sometimes ignoring someone doing something like that could only lead to worse problems....like, extreme hypothetical here, her stalking you untill she finds the right moment to kill you. *shrug* Or she might be seeking honest repentance, or she might just be doing it to purposefully torment you because she knows you're still not completely over her. Whatever the case, if you know why, you'ld be in a better position to do something about it & get her to stop driving by.

My greatest fear? Well that has got to be your sig, Moonbase2. It freaks me out!

Now to get serious: I don't like bloodthirsty dogs - when I see one, I freeze to death.

An_de wrote:My greatest fear? Well that has got to be your sig, Moonbase2. It freaks me out!

Now to get serious: I don't like bloodthirsty dogs - when I see one, I freeze to death.

Talk to Sledge. That little nightmare was conceived in his mind.

My greatest fear?

Is that sto vo kor finds out where Moonbase lives

i don't like bugs

Liege fears 5 things, and scoffs at everything else be it the wrath of heaven or the fury of hell.

The first 3 in no particular order are hieghts, bugs, and my mother.

I put these in no particular order, because given the initial exposure to the element, ration takes over and I can overcome if not overwhelm the situation.

Number 4 is something very differnt as it's not an object, but an event. Said event is people finding out what number 5 is.

On that note, all I'll say about 5 is that it's something so harmless to most that it's very common all over the world. It's touch makes my flesh disolve, it's sound makes me shriver, and shreik, and the mere sight of it puts me back.

Moonbase2 wrote:I have found that things I loved as a child now terrify me.

I couldn't enjoy swimming in the ocean anymore. I could only wade, and I wouldn't allow my children in it. I am scared of jellyfish (I once saw thousands of dead jellyfish on the beach after a hurricane. Eeek)

And flying, oh god, is it a white knuckle ride now. I am convinced the plane is going down when it feels like we descend a little. Nightime + rain = sheer terror.

Oh, and lightning. I will NOT go outside when there is lightning. I even once sat in a car for half an hour during a thunderstorm because I was afraid to make the fifteen feet trip to the house. I am slightly better about that now. I just run for my life.

AWWW, your crazy, but cute

2 night, while watching "The most eXtreme" i found out, that i am afraid of ...

WHALES