i fear escalators. Nothing traumatic has ever happened on them, i remember riding them as a child and doing fine. But i fear them now to the point that just walking by one makes my palms sweat and my heart race.
i fear giving all of me, and having the recipient eventually say, "no, i changed my mind, i don't want you anymore".
i fear breaking my right arm.
i fear, right at this moment, that i'm going to have to go upstairs and have a come-to-jesus meeting with my new neighbors. OK, maybe "fear" is the wrong word.....or maybe it's right, but not for that reason. Maybe i really fear the beat down imma hafta leave her with.