I'm afraid of wind shield wipers.
I'm afraid of getting head butted by a mountain goat. Cause one day they might just say screw it and give me a good beating.

I'm afraid of birds sitting there and staring at me thinking: look at that confused person, stuck on earth not able to fly away free.
I'm afraid of redheads with mustaches, because they're just so gosh dang intimidating.

I'm afraid that I have too many fears and that I worry too much.
I'm afraid of waking up one day, and realizing that I'm not reaching my potential. Even though I don't know what my potential is.
I'm afraid of not caring.
I'm afraid of old people judging me.

I'm afraid of being in love, but not being loved back.
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Rather enjoyable to read. Interesting.
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