this is perhaps a bit more serious, but i have an irrational fear not of death itself, but of the process of dying. does that make sense? this exists in two ways -- first, i am terrified of dying a violent death, like from a car crash or airplane crash. i find myself, in quiet and reflective moments, wondering if you are aware, and if you are, how does it feel, when your neck might snap, or your skull is crushed, or your ribs break and shatter and your internal organs are turned to mush and lacerated by broken bones. stuff like that. so that's the intense, primal, physical fear, and that's gruesome, i know and i apologize. the other thing i fear is the moment when you feel like you must know that you're dying, when you might feel it slipping away ... i suppose it's kind of like the moment right before you wake up and you can feel yourself coming out of a dream and leaving sleep, except you must be aware, on some level, that you're dying and you're going to depart consciousness and the world and there's no turning back. the lack of control, and the finality of it, are deeply terrifying to me. so i'm not scared to die, per say, but i am scared of the process of dying.
sorry if that comes off as all psycho and what not, but whatever ...
I am upset that there is a big ass photo of a nasty ass spider posted in here. 
I love hearing the seatbelt bell ding and feeling the plane descend........back .....to..........earth
when i land cause the flight's over
although just after you touchdown when the brakes and flaps are all engaged you get a pretty good sensation then too
. I guess the major one is my fear that there are sharks/crocodiles in my pool. It's gotten to the point where I've had a few panic attacks when I'm swimming by myself. If there are other people in the pool with me it's never an issue, but swimming underwater near the deep end when I'm completely alone... 
