Posted by Janelle at Oct 19, 2006 6:00 am
Iâ€™ll admit, I love watching Fear Factor on TV. I have from the very first episode. Even now, Iâ€™ll catch repeats of the show and watch in fascination as entrants eat disgusting things like beetles, pig testicles, and fish eyes, or dangle from staggering heights while doing a stunt, wrangle with alligators, or be buried alive with scorpions, snakes, rats, spiders, or other creepy-crawlies.
While watching one of these Fear Factor episodes lately, it got me thinking of what my Fear Factor might be. Iâ€™m not afraid of eating gross things â€“ I would just choose not to. Heights donâ€™t bother me, and I could probably handle having bugs crawling all over me. Again, itâ€™s not something I would volunteer to do, but those arenâ€™t things that make my heart pound in fear. Iâ€™m one of those people that can put myself â€œin the zoneâ€when I have to do something that I donâ€™t like to do. Like getting shots. I used to fear needles, but learned to make myself relax enough that I can handle getting a shot now.
So, after giving the question serious thought, I realized that there are two things that strike real fear in me.
The first thing is the fear of drowning. I donâ€™t know where this fear comes from, because Iâ€™ve never had a near death drowning experience â€“ although my youngest daughter did a few years ago when we were at the river (and yes, she had a life jacket on, too!). For me, there is just something about the thought of being under water and not being able to breath that makes my chest hurt. Or being trapped underwater somehow. Itâ€™s just something that makes me queasy just to think about!
The other thing that Iâ€™m really, really afraid of is aggressive dogs. The kind that lift their upper lip when they snarl and show sharp teeth. Now, this fear is based on a personal aggressive dog experience when I was a little girl, and has stayed with me ever since. At the time, I was five years old and I was rolling skating with a friend (who was riding her bike) on a sidewalk that bordered an elementary school. There were two boys on the school grounds, and their dog was barking viciously along the chain link fence that separated me from the dog. He obviously wanted a piece of me, LOL. Well, the boys took their rabid dog and dropped him over the fence to my side, and the dog chased me down, growling and fangs bared, and bit me in the butt! I ended up in the hospital, but thank God I didnâ€™t have to go through a series of rabies shots. However, the incident truly traumatized me. Now, whenever Iâ€™m near a snarling, vicious dog, my hair stands on end, my heart beats hard and fast, and I become paralyzed with fear.
So, what are your personal fears for yourself? What are you the most afraid of? What sends chills up your spine and puts your adrenaline in the danger zone?