Ask Lemmy

A hypothetical fear of course, one with my wife who I've been with for 15 years now.

One day, maybe hopefully 30-50 years in the future, my wife and I look back and think about how good our lives were. We raised happy and successful kids. We bought a house. We had dozens of pets. We celebrate the end of our life together. But she doesn't make it.

And I have to spend the final years alone with memories of her. Two controllers. Two spoons. Two of everything for decades. Now just me.

And Never being able to explain to the rest of the world how amazing she was.

Your fear of disappearing resonates the worst for me in regards to my daughter (4) doing so. It makes me want to vomit to think of her just gone, at the mercy of someone or something else, with no way to know where she is or how to save her. It rips my heart in half that so many parents throughout time have lived this exact nightmare and never received answers. I find some relief that I live in a very safe part of the world where child abductions rarely (if ever) happen, but there are a number of other ways your little girl can just vanish.

I wouldn't say this perpetually weighs on my conscience, but every time I remember it can happen, it really fucks with my head.

The idea that life maybe just isn't worth it. I can't seem to be rid of it but I take the fact that it scares me as a good sign.

Heights, depths; but not consistently.

After considerable reflection, I realised that a lack of a margin for error is what truly terrifies me.

Grey aliens. Yep, I know they're almost certainly not real. They freak me the frack out. It's undoubtedly all the UFO stuff I read as a kid about abductions and such. A very petite friend once threatened to dress up as one in a realistic costume to scare me in the night. I begged her not to for her personal safety: I'm certain I would not react in a safe or rational way.

Being alone at night creeps me out because of this. Driving alone in a remote, low population locale? Horrifying.

Nevertheless, I still read up on stories and other media about the paranormal. Why am I like this? No idea.

It hasn't ruined my life or anything. I've spent time alone far away from people, when I had to. I can go places at night. It's just something that creeps into my mind sometimes. I function as a grown ass man, but I still get the creeps about it when I'm alone. I don't know that I'll ever completely shake it.

Dementia

Having to work for another 20 years.

I was in this crystal clear cliffside cove and could see in front of me maybe 10 m or so but the Rock only went out about 5 and then just plunged into the abyss. and after exploring the coastline I swim out about 10 ft past the rocks and realized that I could see nothing but the deepest blue I'd ever seen.

literally anything could be just a few body lengths away watching me were sensing me, it was almost overwhelming.

I felt this visceral terror, that I've felt before in the middle of reading a Lovecraft story.

very much looking into the eye of something unknowable.

My biggest fear is that my office chair might break in such a way that the hydraulic piston breaks through the seat and punctures my colon.

Dental pain. Experienced it once and that was enough to give me lifetime nightmares. Absolute horror!

Everything. Everything scares me. If I stop and think about anything in particular, I slowly realize how frightening that thing really is.

Cat. Sits with its ass on your face while you sleep.

Dog. Eats its own vomit and greets others by sniffing their ass, then tries to lick you.

shivers

The idea of living as if my life hadn't really started yet and then one day realizing I'm old and I wasted my life.

I'm afraid I'll live my whole life in fear like I'm doing now, that I'll never experience love, that one day I'll wake up old and alone, in misery and just waiting to die but too afraid end it.

Humanity. I know it's kind of self-defeating or something, but humanity just scares the shit out of me.

Getting old. Because it's like old people are just ignored. Nobody thinks they are good looking or interesting and they are mostly just tolerated, not appreciated.

That in combination with body starting to break down is not a great feeling.

Dylan.

My biggest fear is something happening to my kids. If something happened to them my hair would turn white, I would curl up in a ball and die.

My temper

Medical needles/injections, and that moment when we die. Not death itself, but that moment when the lights go out. I feel like I'll know and be very scared. Also mold for some reason. I can't bring myself to touch it or clean it, so I just have to prevent it or, worse case, chuck whatever has the mold.