Fearful

I fear four main things:



Spiders.

Spiders are so far beyond creepy! They have way more legs than necessary - okay well maybe necessary to them but whatever, it's creepy. They bite which leaves a nasty itch, the feeling of them crawling along my bare skin sickens me, and humans consume them in their sleep. To top it off when I was seven I left a pair of slip-on shoes on the back deck one day. When I went to get them I slid one foot half way in and what I saw in the corner of my eye was enough to make me cry - which I probably did. Atleast a hundred newly hatched tiny green spiders were crawling sparatically over my foot and up my leg. I screamed and shook them off in a panic. Ever since then, the sight of the smallest spider gives me shivers and has the ability to make me cry.

Bees.

I've always been nervous of many bees being near me, obviously because I don't want to be stung. But recently I had a freak experience that made me more nervous about them than I have ever been. I was at the beach with my boyfriend and still had clothes on over my bathing suit. I went to set down my stuff and as I did I noticed a furry, bear-sized bee circling me. In a panic over its abnormally huge size, I fled. It followed me and I headed straight for the water. Without thinking about anything other than it wasn't a good day to die, I dove in. My cell phone was in my pocket and my normal clothes were drenched. Ever since, I do the annoying girly squeel and run.

Small Spaces.

When I was three I was in a car accident that involved the car flying off an embankment so large that it actually rolled a few times. I was not yet buckled when it happened - as it was the result of a drunk driver, and I fell out the window. The impact made me lose conscienceness and it took my family hours to find me. I am not afraid of cars and I don't get nervous in them, but I think it caused me to fear small spaces.

Not Being Able To Scream.

I have had many dreams over the course of my life where I am in danger and can't scream. I will open my mouth and try crying out for help and nothing comes out. It's like watching a scary movie on mute. It is horrible and I am really afraid that if something ever happens and I need to scream for help I won't be able to. I don't know why I have dreams that way or what influenced it, but it's my final fear.