Have you ever been genuinely afraid for your physical safety?
In my last year of college, I met a boy. It’s always about a boy, isn’t it? Anyway… he went to another school, about an hour away from mine. I was visiting him, hoping he’d finally declare his love for me (he didn’t but I still, um, enjoyed him a bit). Ahem. As I was saying… On my way back to my dorm, I slid off the highway. Invisible black ice and all. My car rolled over a couple of times. Maybe more than a couple, hard to say. While the actual rolling was happening, I was sure I was going to die. You know what flashed before my eyes? Snow. [It was winter.] And a whole lot of nothing. So that whole life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing is crap.
Also, one time I rode a ski lift. Yes… only once. I don’t ski. And it was summer. I have a major fear of heights so I was pretty much afraid that was the end of days the entire ride.
Oh… also, one time I got caught in a riptide. I was about 9 years old. Kinda choked on some salty ocean water that day. Fucking scared to death.
p.s. — I just remembered another one… I had a minor car accident a couple of years ago. The owner of the other car [who wasn’t even the driver] was afraid I was going to sue her or something. [I wasn’t.] She started calling me and threatening me. I had to go to the cops. Thankfully, she backed the fuck off when she got a call from the PD. Bitch.