I’ve managed to sustain my fears of failure for decades which I think is quite an achievement…
I fear the unknown. Why? I don’t know and that MAKES IT WORSE.
I don’t fear heights; but, I do fear breadths… mostly trying to pronounce “breadths”.
I fear dying alone because then only one person’s day would be ruined.
I fear spiders and their children and their parents. I also fear their in-laws because any creature who’d marry a spider would have to be pretty nuts…
I fear being exposed as a fraud which will hamper my efforts to defraud people.
I’m afraid of being laughed at by pretty girls when I try to say “breadths”…
I’m terrified of illegal immigrants because they come here and don’t work and also take all of our jobs. How can you predict someone LIKE THAT?
I fear someone breaking into my home and taking the most valuable things I own: My self-respect and my ball gag.
I’d like to say that I don’t fear the reaper; but, after falling asleep in a wheat field, I’ve found that fear to be completely reasonable.
I get the feeling you wouldn’t be a fan of sugar cane fields 😑
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Spiders AND reapers AND illegal labor? Actually, they’d cancel each other out…
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Aussie cane fields are full of rats and snakes and each year after harvest they set them on fire. 😐
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But, no spiders, right?
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they say facing your fear makes it go away, try doing that to the next spider you spot
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There’s one in my tub, right now… I’ll give it a try…
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face, dont run towards it
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A reaper? Hang on a minute I’m sure the husband has one in the barn…
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I want to hear you say “breadths” now…
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“I fear the unknown. Why? I don’t know and that MAKES IT WORSE.” and all the breadths cracked me up this morning 🙂 Fun read
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Hilarious!!
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Thank you.
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::giggling:: This entire post got me!
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I appreciate your reading it…
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I don’t fear the reaper because he likes my sewing.
P.S. Never come to my blog. I rhyme up the wazoo. I really, really do.
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