Our ancestors faced ancient predators and fear of them is inherent in us. This is why we cower seeing an insect, it might be harmless, yes. But then again, it might not. Do you want to take the chance?
Even the ones I know are harmless can give me the creeps. Take millipede for instance. Unlike their poisonous counterpart, centipedes—millipedes are herbivores and quite the shy folks. They move really slow and roll into a ball if you poke them. Still I wouldn't want to pick one on my hand and look at it with wondrous admiration.
There's fear of big carnivores.
There's fear of the unknown.
All of these fears are genetically imprinted in all of us. We cannot escape them entirely.
To write this entry, I have to set them aside to find fears of my own. Yet, some of them might collide with our primal fears too. So if you find any of these in common (with you), know that I'm in the same boat and I hope that you overcome it.
Woo-hoo, this one can be a sucker. It doesn’t have to be romantic in nature. It might simply be a matter of acceptance in any society. What if they reject me? What if I don’t fit in?
I know rationally that not everyone’s going to appreciate me or like me, but faced with that reality, it's still hard to accept.
How will I cope with the coming events? What might happen to me in the future, let’s say in about 10 years? Will I be the same person? Will I regret the choices I made?
(Inner me - Of course you will, sweetheart. Even if you succeed.)
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Everyone's afraid to die I know. Yet, when I ask people— “Hey, do you want to be immortal?”—guess what, they reply in the negative. They think immortality might be too boring.
Well, I disagree, I want to keep on living. There is enough beauty in the world to delve in, to keep experiencing. The thought that someday I won’t be here and the world will move on without me sends shivers down my spine.
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I believe what hurts more than rejection or even death is indifference. When someone very dear to you acts like they don’t care anymore, they start to alienate you— and you can’t do anything about it. Because...well, they simply don’t care. I don’t believe anything can be worse than that.
I'm partaking in the blogging challenge initiate by 
Other entries of this challenge can be found here—
Entry 1 - The dilemma behind my username
Entry 2 - Ten Facts About Myself
Entry 3 - My day in detail
Entry 4 - N/A
