I’m afraid of the day technology takes over, and I’m afraid it’s going to be in our lifetime. I’m afraid of when we will run out of good water and there is a war, and I’m afraid that will be in our lifetime, too. I’m just afraid. Of life, of death, of everything.
Fear is taking me over lately, and I don’t know what to make of it. It’s more than just what’s above, but it’s all things like that…too much change. I remember having these feelings once before, just as strongly and incessantly, and I got out of them with the comfort of religion. I don’t much like the idea of religion and I don’t think it’s something to take comfort in, it’s just something you believe or you don’t believe. I don’t like the idea of using something I may not really believe to delude myself into complacency.
Maybe it’s because I’m spending inordinate amounts of time alone. Maybe it’s a preexisting mood disorder affecting me in new ways. Maybe I just don’t see any meaning to life.
The worst part is….I’m scared of being this scared.