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Fears.

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Flying

Spiders

Heights

Swimming in water above chin high

City blowing it and not going up............. :sweating:

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I fear, the danger I have become for society!!!

Even though you're a terrorist I really am fond of your liberal use of exclamation marks.

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Death.
Moths, Spiders, Death and Drowning.

Others aswell.

Death for me too. Which is a shame, seeing as that's the only certainty in life.

Death is the big one. And everything it entails, not being remembered, not existing, dying without achieving anything.

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Death is the big one. And everything it entails, not being remembered, not existing, dying without achieving anything.

Rephrase: How would you know that you aren't being remembered though?

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going blind/deaf

Me too, especially going blind. I always feel terribly sorry for blind people, especially those who have lost their sight and almost have to learn a new way of life. It may sound strange, but I'd rather be born blind than go blind during your life. If you are born blind you don't know what you are missing and it's less harrowing.

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"The only thing we have to fear is fear it'self - nameless, unreasoning, unjustified, terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."

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I fear for my kids safety every time theyre out the house these days, especially my eldest whos 18 and off in town a lot.

Probably irrational and over the top but I really do and cant sleep properly til hes in.

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I fear for my kids safety every time theyre out the house these days, especially my eldest whos 18 and off in town a lot.

Probably irrational and over the top but I really do and cant sleep properly til hes in.

lol

I just let the kids go down to the shop...and after a minute I was out in the road staring down at it to make sure they got back safely.

I know it's irrational, I know there's no way they were going to be kidnapped by baby-raping terrorists...but... :doh:

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lol

I just let the kids go down to the shop...and after a minute I was out in the road staring down at it to make sure they got back safely.

I know it's irrational, I know there's no way they were going to be kidnapped by baby-raping terrorists...but... :doh:

Tell me about it! I spend every Friday/Saturday night jumping in and out of bed in the early hours every time I hear someone shout or brakes screeching in case somethings happened to my lad. Nine times out of ten hes tucked up in bed anyway because Ive not heard him come in lol!

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Rephrase: How would you know that you aren't being remembered though?

You wouldn't, it still scares me shitless when I get morose and ponderous though. The fact that you won't be afraid when you die only reminds you of the finality of death. Which means I'm now going to post poetry. Oh dear.

*Wanky bollocks alert - read on at your peril*

I think Larkin put it well in this poem.

This is a special way of being afraid

No trick dispels. Religion used to try,

That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade

Created to pretend we never die,

And specious stuff that says No rational being

Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing

That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anasthetic from which none come round.

That's just one stanza - the rest is the most perfect, succinct explanation and exploration of the fear of death I've ever read.

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I used to be scared of spiders, but I've confronted that, forced myself to pick them up and the like (I was never as bad as refusing to go in a room with one though - my wife won't even look at a picture of one!)

I am still petrified of heights though (or as the oid joke goes, depth, cos it's not the height that kills you, it's the depth!) I was in the British Museum last week and just looking out over the bannister of the rotunda there made me feel bad (dunno if that counts as vertigo, cos I don't actually get dizzy) and it's not THAT high. On the flipside I've been right to the top of the Eiffel Tower, up Ben Nevis and love the window seat on planes. I'm okay so long as I don't look STRAIGHT DOWN! :blink:

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You wouldn't, it still scares me shitless when I get morose and ponderous though. The fact that you won't be afraid when you die only reminds you of the finality of death. Which means I'm now going to post poetry. Oh dear.

*Wanky bollocks alert - read on at your peril*

I think Larkin put it well in this poem.

That's just one stanza - the rest is the most perfect, succinct explanation and exploration of the fear of death I've ever read.

Fucking queer

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