Not me man... I wanna die by gunshot wound to the back of the head right when I orgasm.

But, I need to be shot by some dude who is p!ssed that I am doinking his old lady.

That would be a quick, painless yet pretty satisfying way to go.

:)

My greatest fear might be not having enough fear. Go through what I have and small stuff just stays small. I know a lot of you can relate to this too.

Of course there is the fear that the over grown, gigantic Willow tree in my yard comes crashing through my roof while I innocently sleep in my bed, doesn't immediately kill me but traps me amongst it's million limbs and keeps my from reaching the bedside phone. Slowly I die from puncture wounds....For real, on the coast of Maine we get some pretty rough wind and I do have this fear. On really windy nights (anything over 50 mph sustained winds) I tend to sleep on the sofa downstairs.

I fear being alone and sick with no one to say "yes you need to go to the ER" When sick I don't trust my own judgement.

My greatest fear is crowded indoor places, i have panic attacks. Yep, i know its ridiculous. I just get claustophobic and have to stop myself from running out and try to relax, that is, if i can relax? So sux!!

Fear is not in my vocabulary.
I laugh in its face.

That being said.....

If I am ever freefallin from 20,000 and my shute don't open....

Ask me again!!!!!

My sister in law blacked out when she parachuted. Luckily she went tandem!

I can't think of anything that I fear because I just don't care about anything anymore; not even my life. I suppose if I do start caring again; I would find something to fear.

LOL my cigaret case has that saying an i put that sticker on allmy cars

I am very competitive. Therefore I must say that my fear outfears the fears of all others. My greatest fear is that my fear is not the most fearsome and frightening fear in the universe.

Yikes. Don't even want to think about it.

Very sad.

Try to ease yourself back slowly. Start smoking cigarettes. Play Monopoly with your neighbours. Quit the armed forces. Try to build lives, not kill other people.

Did you know that the keepers and wards at Auschwitz had more severe cases of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome than the Jewish prisoners themselves, those who lived to see the day of their liberation? This is an eloquent statement against the inhumane treatment of others. For instance, many American soldiers could only survive their posts with alcoholism or drug abuse use. Whereas the locals whose families had been decimated, by the allied forces, rebound after the war effort had been abandoned by the American War Administration.

I am sure, that you, Navygirl, will start to feel better once you quit the armed forces, the navy, and start to build and stop the destruction.

Men, but more importantly women, are made to build nests, and make and raise kids. It is indeed against the nature of all men and more so for all women, to go out and intentionally murder strangers only because their bosses tell them to do so.

Not very much unlike the mental health of guards and prosoners in Auschwitz proved to be, five-ten-twenty-fifty years after WWII was over.

To me it sounds like you are in bad shape. You don't believe in God but yet you think going to hell will hurt? All I can say to you is good luck buddy!

i don't fear anything anymore, I lived thru Vietnam and being shot4 times....and when I had my strokes a year ago August, they said I died
twice on the table. So what ever comes my way .....bring it on!!!!!!

I think everyone has something they fear but are afraid to admit it. My biggest fear is that I had to deal with cancer once and that it will come back and the next time, I won't be so lucky!
I believe in God and trust me...I had so many prayers that got me through my rough patch. They always say that God never gives us more then we can handle, I just hope that is true!

My aunt was the same way. She would even freak out if she had to stop at a read light and her car was completely surrounded by transprot trucks, on the other side of each of her car windows.

She went to a doctor, who cured her in one session. He said, "Eva, don't put yourself in situations where you are in tight corners with a lot of people." She took his advice and never agains suffered.

She even stopped going into elevators at her favourite shops. She would walk up twenty-seven very tall flights of stairs to her mother-in-law's apartment condominium, or stop going there altogether, rather than steppoing into the elevator to take it up.

My aunt also would black out very often during coitus. My uncle told me that at her funeral.

Thanks for your good wishes!! I appreciate them.

My ideal existence after I die is complete annihilatio of my soul, of my self, of my inner self, of my existence-sensing self, of my senses, emotions, wants, needs, thoughts, and everything else that comes with being alive.

This I figured out at age eight.

I turned my back on most religions, because none would afford to let me have this luxury.

I have a personal vendetta against any god who denies the blissful solution of non-exisence for all time to come to a soul.

Now, this is no joke:

I go into stress testing quite a bit. It involves exerting myself on a treadmill, in a gradually harder and harder basis, and then they figure from that how my heart is doing (not very well, we all know that.)

So every time we start the experiment, I make it sure that they underst and promise to follow my wish, which is, that should I die during the testing, please do not resuscitate me. This is a good one, because it's not post-death I fear. That is fifty percent chance that that will be better than this life, and fifty percent chance that it will be worse than this life.

But I fear approaching death and the process of dying itself.

So I explain to the examining doctor this, and ask him no to bring me back to life.

The worse thing I fear is death, and I definitely don't want to go through the experience three times.

I went through it once already, at age nine or ten. I was on a school excursion. A lot of us boys were running around on a grassy field. A boy fell down. I screamed, "a small pile wishes it be big" and jumped on the boy on the ground. other boys jumped on top of me. I remember not being able to breathe, and I remember blacking out.

Next I remember, I came back while lying on my back.

I am convinced I was dead for eight minutes or so.

So I don't want to do that again, but I have to; but I definitely don't want to do it that after the second time ever again, and hope to all hell that yes, I shall be able to avoid going throught that after the second attempt.

Are you okay ... do you want to talk? Is there anything anyone can do for you? You can message if you want.

Its not the military that is bringing me down; its civilian life. When I served with the military; I had a purpose; I was helping people, and I had a reason to get up in the morning. Civilian life is boring and mundane. I am sitting behind a computer wondering how people live thier life this way. The military bands gives me a least some purpose to even bother wih life anymore.