Do you remember the key visual from that movie The Ring which was that ring of light from around the cover of the well that Samara sees after she was pushed in? Well after first watching that movie at home with some friends a few years ago, I still remember waking up suddenly in the middle of the night and staring with horror of the outline of my closed bedroom door with a glowing rectangle of light behind it because I had left the kitchen light on. For a moment, I was living in The Rectangle.
I bring this up only as an example of latent fears of mine that stay with me to this day - scary things from my imaginings that froze me to the bone for years and years, and that still somehow affect me to this day.
I am afraid of the dark. Though I don't recall being so when I was little. I don't think I ever had to run to my parents' room in fear, nor did I lay up at night crying myself to sleep. But I read a lot when I was a kid, was "gifted" with a wild imagination, and as I got older, had a penchant for watching scary movies. And you mix it all together and you get a Lisa that is scared of the dark. One that to this day may run from the bathroom back into bed if I have to go in the middle of the night, and who finds it comforting when I travel to have the TV on as distracting background noise (and sweet dim light).
Bugs. Have been and always will be afraid of bugs. Except for honey and bumble bees. They're OK as long as they leave me alone.
Disappointment and ridicule. Growing up, I had experience at both ends of the bully line and my guilt of having bullied others and the shame/resentment of having been bullied still resonates a bit. I hate the idea of disappointing others, of not living up to expectations (I can be a complete people pleaser sometimes). I am scared of things that I could fail spectacularly at in front of a lot of other people, like public speaking.
Getting old. Age doesn't bother me as much as the thought of growing older - looking older. I'm certainly no super model, my worth and livelihood are not determined by how wrinkle-free my skin is, but the fact that as I get older, my own body will increase its limitations, decrease output and may one day fail on me - my own body - scares the heck out of me.
So let's lay it all out on the table so we can commiserate, laugh about, and get on with enjoying our weekends. What are your fears, big or small?
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To my ladies in the States, have a great holiday weekend, and send some well wishes to the men and women of the armed forces for their sacrifices.