Let's have a look at this here list....
Nah. Used to be, not anymore - I think that's one of the things I sort of lost after all the medical/croaking
****. Once I got past worrying about **** like what others thought that I didn't even know, it got easier.
That and my job sort of required it, so man up or be without...
Now, whether or not I'm any
good at it, that's a whole 'nuther thing (y'all saw the videos - I suck at it).
GUILTY - but with qualifiers. (We had this very discussion here on FBBO recently; I won't re-hash here).
Vertigo isn't a "fear" - it's an involuntary disease. Can't be helped.
I actually like it, almost to the point of "Little Shop of Horrors" levels.
Fear? Not so much as "respect" - as I've had to teach my NH native wife, some snakes are actually good
to have around (black snakes here, for example - they keep rodent populations down and more importantly,
if you see a black snake, you can be sure no copperheads are around - they're mortal enemies).
Anything other than a black snake that gets close to me or mine, the house, etc. gets shot dead.
No exceptions....I last ran over a copperhead with the finish mower on the tractor when he got all cocky on me.
Yep. I've never done any - never had reason to and of course, the whole vertigo thing kinda kills it, too.
I have a freaky fascination/love of planes, though. Go figure.
I don't "fear" any of them, short of yellow jacket nests. I've gotten into more than one and been jumped...
turns out, the only thing on planet earth I'm allergic to is those son of a *******.
Bugs get dead around here.
All of them.
Fear? No. Extreme discomfort? Oh yeah. Claustrophobic-like for sure. Hate cramped, crowded places - but I'm
ok as long as there's "a way out". I hate compact cars the same way - I'm not a small guy and if that rascal
doesn't have any elbow room, you can keep it.
Similar answer to bugs and snakes. I see one, it dies. Not fear, but a healthy hatred.
I've actually done one in bare-handed. Didn't mean to, it just happened. Went for capture, got squished.
NO. I'm 100% a dog guy; I get along with almost any dog, anywhere. Love the dang things, sometimes
more than humans.
That said, some of the "bred to kill" unpredictable ones, when not responsibly being raised by idiot humans,
can be a serious problem. I've had occasion once in this life to be jumped by a pit bull when I turned my
back on it.
Sadly, I had no choice but to hurt that animal; it sure was hellbent on killing me.
I blamed (read: threatened the life of) the owner and he's not been seen in these parts in some years now;
he knew I wasn't playing.
10. Thunder and Lightning
NO. I freaking LOVE storms and have since I was a kid. I am an amateur weather enthusiast and have the
little weather monitoring station and all that jazz. Not too bad at forecasting, either, least for the immediate
area.
A TV weatherman in Atlanta, back when I was a kid, would come by our school every year and I'd wear him
out with questions every time. He liked the fascination I showed and helped me a lot to develop the
enthusiasm of the subject; he told my parents once that I should pursue it as a career even.
Naw - I was all about baseball, you know.
Bottom line - I used to have the usual normal fears anyone else did.
You croak a few times like I have though - and after a while, not much scares me, to the point of stupid
risks sometimes.