Quite frankly, the fact that I am eventually going to die terrifies me. Rather stupid fear, as I am but a teenager, but a fear nonetheless. Who knows, I might die of old age in 80 years, or get splattered across the road tomorrow by a car.
Just wondering what your inevitably flippant feelings on the subject are, as I've been contemplating it for a good bit now.
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I'm the same; I like existence, and that being threatened or ceasing altogether scares the shit out of me. On top of that, a friend of mine younger than me died a few years back, with DVT. He had a pretty lax exercise régime, as do I. As such, I've been a big hypochondriac since (getting better, though). The good news is, he smoked a lot, drank a lot, ate a lot of Chinese food, the latter of which I don't do at all, the former two not much at all. I saw the doctor about a year later, after one particular sleepless night, and he set my mind to rest. Still, every now and then, I worry. :/