My Fears

There is something personal to me about being afraid. I will tell people how a huge, orange spider crawled up my thigh underneath my pants while I was trying to sleep. I will not tell people how I stayed awake in a sweat for two hours, afraid of laying down and closing my eyes. I’ll tell people about how our scout group jumped off a 50 foot cliff. I won’t tell them that I didn’t jump. I’ll tell people that I just graduated with an English major. I won’t tell them that the future often scares me. I don’t know myself that incredibly well. There is some kind of pride involved with letting someone else know the things that make me tick. I don't want to tell people the things that make me tick, because then I have to acknowledge them myself.