Realtors & Refridgerators

Now we all know that being afraid of realtors, heaters, and of refrigerators falling and crushing you flat couldn't be more irrational and pathetically, kind of creepy. At least I sure hope that you think it is rather irrational. If not, I suggest you stop reading now. Have you ever thought of some of your fears and maybe discovered that they too are a bit irrational?
"But noooo being afraid of door mats is definitely NOT an irrational fear! I have perfect reason to be afraid of them!" - May I remind you, that in everyone else's eyes, a door mat? Seriously? Kind of odd. But hey, I'm not judging! I'm absolutely terrified of potato bags and freckles. Yeeeaaa.. Pretty bad.
  
 I think that we all know someone that walks around with the good ole' I'm-afraid-of-absolutely-nothing phrase stamped across their forehead. Just knowing how much of a distraught lie that is, is completely horrifying. Everyone has fears and  I mean EVERYONE. Einstein had fears, Superman has fears, and I'd bet even God has fears. Defining the term "fear" is like describing how salt tastes. Salty... umm, salty... scary... freaky... the variety is pretty scarce.

I know I'm not perfect and neither are any of you out there. I have just as many fears as the next guy. I'm afraid of sliding glass doors and those old, creepy, freakishly noisy, plastic blinds that we all had in our rooms ten years ago. I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid of suddenly losing the ability to blink. Every time I come across a spider, I get instant ominous rumblings of discontent and fear. And want to know something that terrifies me the most? Rejection. I'm afraid one day I'll wake up and not have one success throughout the day. That I will be the one with FAILURE written across my forehead and that everyone will laugh at me. 

That, is what keeps me going. The fear of rejection and lack of perfection. That burning motivation deep inside me that hungers for bigger and better things is what I hold on to. I want attention and I crave affection, so why would I let some old fear of blinds hold me back? It's simple. Because I won't.