^ Yep. Room 101 is where the victim's worst fear is.
What do you Fear?
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Haven't seen it.
I know, I know. It's on the list with Citizen Kane and The Maltese Falcon. I'll get to it.
Just read the book, it's a good one.
What the hell kind of response is that?
A large order creepy with a small side of vaguely menacing danger.
Oops!
Much apologizings, it was definitely not intended to be creepy or menacing. 
Quite the opposite, actually: I know that death is not the end, therefore it doesn't keep me up at night. Of course it's human nature to fear death, but I know there's something beyond it, and that makes me feel better.
That is all I meant when I said that it doesn't have to keep you up at night.
Again, I am very sorry if what I said sounded nasty, I definitely didn't intend that. I was only trying to find a way to mention my faith without sounding overly religious. Looks like I fucked up bigtime.
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You're hanging in the right place, no one ever really leaves the TBBS. Even the people you grow to wish they would.
That's what you get for ordering the space special. Next time, stick with the soup.
"You can log off any time you like, but you can never leave..."
These two strike a chord with me. Also being unloved.
In terms of things not just about me, I fear for the well-being of a family member. It's an ever present fear.
Are you a burglar?
fear itself.
I hear you, auntiehill. This one resonates. As I think it does for a lot of us.
I also fear that I won't have done enough to better others and the world around me; as a rather passive person by nature, I struggle with the sense that I'll be left thinking "I should have done more". Even though I embrace the belief that "I'm here if anyone needs me, and that's far preferable to nosing in and running the risk of imposing", it still worries me at times. Fear of failing to act when I should or help when I could, and fear of letting my own fear of intruding on others keep me from helping them.
More mundane fears include dogs, needles, death (but not dying, funnily enough, just the unknown and possibly non-existence of death itself). Also heights, but not in and of themselves - I fear heights because some part of my brain doesn't trust itself not to think "ooh, a height. Jump off it; go on!" Despite being a quiet and passive person, I'm also inherently a chaotic one at heart, and just as I was the sort of toddler to run off into the marsh without thinkng, so I still have to check myself sometimes before acting on questionable impulse.
Oh my!
I fear failing the people I care about (again). (I might tell that story one day.) Losing someone close to me. I've had quite enough of that.
Strangely, I've never worried about my own mortality. I fear losing the people i care about, but I've never thought twice about my own well being. My death defying stunts are notorious, one day they'll scrape me off the asphalt with a tea spoon. When I crashed my team's first racecar, I don't quite remember it, but I was told that my first question was "What happened to number three?" And I had hit the wall at about 90mph.
Strangely, I've never worried about my own mortality. I fear losing the people i care about, but I've never thought twice about my own well being. My death defying stunts are notorious, one day they'll scrape me off the asphalt with a tea spoon. When I crashed my team's first racecar, I don't quite remember it, but I was told that my first question was "What happened to number three?" And I had hit the wall at about 90mph.
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