Happy Halloween, WITCHES!
See what I did there?
Halloween was never exactly my favorite holiday. I'm very into the candy aspect (going door to door asking strangers for food? I'm down), but I'm not such a horror fan. And then I got to thinking how our fears drastically change as we age.
Student loans scare me more than a clown that lives in a gutter. Ya feel?
So let's get real. I'm skipping the witches and warlocks and heading straight to the actual scary stuff.
I have this conspiracy theory that corporate jobs are built on the concept of fear. Fear of the untraditional. We're told that we're supposed to have an office job and make a steady and stable salary. Office life not for you? But too afraid to quit for fear of the unknown, the unstable? Me freaking too.
Just FYI though this is a fear I totally intend to conquer.
So I'm actually not afraid to have a kid. I've basically been mothering people since I was ten. That being said I'm raging afraid of giving birth. Mostly because I hear you sometimes poop yourself during childbirth.
Yes we are going from childbirth to spiders. Lol. But spiders are freaking scary. Especially if they are the long hairy ones.
Fun fact: I had a bunk bed as a kid and one night when I was like eight I climbed up to the top bunk to find a massive spider sitting in the dead center of my pillow. I literally check the bed every night before I get in to this day. #ScarredForLife.
I have a weird phobia of skin growths. I don't typically remember my dreams, but I do have this reoccurring nightmare that happens every few months. It usually starts out with me finding one skin tag and then another and then another - next thing I know I'm covered in giant warts.
Literally I've never had a wart in my life. Don't ask me to explain this fear.
Do I really even have to elaborate here? I'm basically concerned a nuclear war is about to break out any minute. I'm not dramatic at all.
The older you get, the riskier it is to try on clothes you haven't worn in a few months. Lolz. You just really never know what's still going to fit.
I'm very awkward in real life. Sometimes I sit around and think about awkward social encounters I've had (situations I have personally made awkward) and make myself all anxious just thinking about it.
Like why, why did you have to say that.
Like facial hair. Can we just keep it real? I have a little blonde mustache and it's disgusting. I'm starting to consider shaving my face.
Is this what getting old is like? You start to prune and find hair in random places?
More than anything - I want to regret nothing. I don't want to regret any day or any decision. I want to be able to look back on my life at any point and not wish I had made any decision any differently.
There's nothing scarier than thinking about the alternatives. So live each day to the fullest! And regret nothing.
Do you have any adulating fears? Tell me in the comments below!
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