For me, it’s disappearing. That someday something will happen to me and no one will ever know what it was and where I am. That I will become one of those mysteries you see online and on TV shows. Whenever I think about it I feel nothing but dread.
Grey aliens. Yep, I know they’re almost certainly not real. They freak me the frack out. It’s undoubtedly all the UFO stuff I read as a kid about abductions and such. A very petite friend once threatened to dress up as one in a realistic costume to scare me in the night. I begged her not to for her personal safety: I’m certain I would not react in a safe or rational way.
Being alone at night creeps me out because of this. Driving alone in a remote, low population locale? Horrifying.
Nevertheless, I still read up on stories and other media about the paranormal. Why am I like this? No idea.
It hasn’t ruined my life or anything. I’ve spent time alone far away from people, when I had to. I can go places at night. It’s just something that creeps into my mind sometimes. I function as a grown ass man, but I still get the creeps about it when I’m alone. I don’t know that I’ll ever completely shake it.
Statistical chances of being killed by grey aliens based on current statistics: 0%.
Statistical chance of colorectal cancer: 4%
You should definitely never ever watch The Fourth Kind.
Too late, unfortunately.
Almost certainly not real… :)
I think there is an extreamly high probability they are real, considering it’s been millions of eye witness reports by now.
I guess it’s easier to assume every single one of those are just wrong. But if even one of them is right, we have visitors.
I don’t even understand why people find it so difficult to believe. I keep hearing “yeah they can’t travel here because distance”, as if humans somehow has all the knowledge about space travel despite hardly even understanding how to get to the moon. :)
Actually we even forgot how to get to the moon. That’s how much we care about space travel. Yet we are experts at it, somehow. :)
It’s dumb, which is why I assume it has to do with psychological safety mechanisms and that’s why people can’t think rationally about this.
I read somewhere that so much of the Saturn V development wasn’t documented properly, or the documentation has been lost, that it’s hard to easily build that system anymore. In that sense, I guess, we’ve forgotten how to do it. Obviously, the math and physics are still understood, so it should be as simple as designing a rocket of equal or greater capacity, and it appears we have.
Apparently, the Artemis I mission already put an unmanned mission with the Orion spacecraft through to orbit the moon and return safely to the Earth. They’re planning a crewed flyby in 2025 and Artemis III is projected to land sometime later this decade.
It’s a crime I didn’t know that before looking things up about the Saturn V.
Yeah it’s other people who lack rationality
Not one shred of physical evidence exists to support the hypothesis that earth has been visited by intelligent extraterrestrial life. It’s all fairy tales.
BTW, the nearest neighboring star is 4.25 light years away. You might want to marinate on that.
Oh shit, humans don’t know about something so it can’t exist. :)
You go ahead and wait for your evidence, bud. Will be a while.
LOL. So you believe in bullshit that people claim to have witnessed? How many people claim to have been spoken to by some magic daddy in the sky?
Lot of contenders really! And the only solution is to try not to think about it, these are things I can’t do a god damn thing about.
Heart disease
Brain aneurysms
The fact that just experiencing negative emotions degrades your health (that is so unfair); depressed because everything’s gone to shit? Mad because people keep fucking you over? You don’t live as long because of it.
Basically let’s just say all the ways the human body can fail you and isn’t equipped properly for the lives we lead. The food I’m “supposed” to eat disgusts me, and I could be on the verge of death at any given moment and not know it.
The fact that we’re less than a single ember in the history of the universe and all that astronomers believe is charted to happen after us is like, incomprehensibly massive cosmic events, lot of black holes.
The fact that some day I’m going to die and that’s just going to be it is chilling, the most I can hope to is try to be one of the “fortunate” ones that makes it to around 100 years of age; and even then I’ll probably be tired of it and physically/mentally degraded pretty severely by then. What’s it like after you die? It’s exactly the same as it was before you were born.
Oh yeah, black holes. You go near one of them and time slows down as you’re torn apart at the atomic level. Imagine falling into a meat grinder but it takes a thousand years, or a million. You’d be insane and dead.
The idea of suffering in silence while people either can’t see that you’re distressed or don’t care. This could apply to just being depressed and wishing you had friends, or like, actually having something bad happen to you where you’d be fine if you had another person around, but you don’t. Something like choking or falling off a ladder while living on your own.
Climate change and the fading light of earth’s biodiversity .
The rise of political folks who desire modern fascism.
Late stage capitalism and its tendency to basically make the entire world worse.
False vacuum would be a nice addition to your list
Sort of falls in with the “we are a single spark” thing, like, yup, there are 50 different ways the universe could just kind of end all of human history forever.
I want to die awake. Preferably a gunshot to the head. That bad things happen to good people even death, life isn’t fair but you play the hand your dealt, and while not in vain, life has little meaning when thinking of times massive scale. Like the poem of Ozymandiaz.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Extinction. Our technology gives us the power of gods, but we still have the brains of hunter-gatherers optimised for living in tribes of less than 150 people. My own death doesn’t worry me, I’m not bothered by knowing I’ll be forgotten, but the possibility that there might not be anyone to carry on is what I think about at 3 AM when I can’t sleep.
The speed at which we are (not) acting on climate change. Our tolerance for neoliberals/capitalists absolutely wiping their arse with the whole planet.
I can agree with Archer on this one: brain aneurysms and saltwater crocodiles.
Honestly not to take away from your fear but it’s the light at the end of a tunnel. I can’t just walk into the ocean and leave my family and pets to fend for themselves, but when it eventually happens it’ll be a relief.
I have a phobia with butterfly spawn, the wiggly kind.
Can’t look at it, don’t wanna talk about it either cuz then the image pop up in my mind.
Don’t mind the adult form or the pupa. Also fine with other larvae since they all mostly look the same.
Micro-plastics
Willful Ignorance
Having to work for another 20 years.
Haha only 20?
Checks calendar, “oh shit.”
ooh. don’t make me think about that. If its even only 20.
Look at the millionaire that only has to work 20 more years
I have another 40 :(
I’m afraid I’ll live my whole life in fear like I’m doing now, that I’ll never experience love, that one day I’ll wake up old and alone, in misery and just waiting to die but too afraid end it.
That last part I get. I want to face death calmly and rationale and if living is painful or such would like the accessibility and option and will to take a painless option.
My biggest fear is something happening to my kids. If something happened to them my hair would turn white, I would curl up in a ball and die.
Or something happening to my wife (who I’ve been in a relationship with more than half my life now). This is about the only thing for me. I’ve come to gripes with my own mortality but even I’ll admit it would be hard to move on from the loss of a close loved one. Grief is just difficult.
My biggest fear is that my office chair might break in such a way that the hydraulic piston breaks through the seat and punctures my colon.
That’s niche.
Have you seen the Mythbusters episode?
I don’t remember it. But there’s enough metal hardware under the seat that I’m sure it’s basically impossible to break that way.
Oh… oh no… Damn it, I will never sit in an office chair the same ever again without thinking about this.
Well thanks a lot, that’s now my fear too.
You are welcome!
I want to both upvote and downvote this comment… I chose upvote.
And I thank you.
Gotta get an ass guard, like Thor has
Everything. Everything scares me. If I stop and think about anything in particular, I slowly realize how frightening that thing really is.
Cat. Sits with its ass on your face while you sleep.
Dog. Eats its own vomit and greets others by sniffing their ass, then tries to lick you.
shivers
I have lived with cats, none has ever sat on my face.
There, there… I’m sure some cat will sit on your face someday.
