Now, to most people, it would be the dark, clowns, spiders, etc. But not me, I am afraid of something a little bit more obscure: being alone. In my lifetime I have experienced two different types of solitude. The kind where you’re in a room full of people while you’re lost in your mind; and the kind where you’re physically alone. No friends, no family, nobody to rely on. I am almost most certain everyone in the world is more than familiar with the latter. When you’re sitting home alone, and see a picture of your “friends” on social media hanging out without you... that’s what I thought. Moments after seeing posts of your friends, you have that stinging feeling in your chest, and a voice in your head saying, “I knew it, they don’t really like me. They just pity me. I knew I wasn’t one of them”. Then you feel this angry and almost disappointing burst ripple throughout your body. You’re too afraid of confrontation, afraid you might actually end up alone. So of course, you bare the despair and sorrow that comes with the betrayal. Sound familiar? This fear, of being outcast, everyone has it. Buried deep down inside the darkest parts of our soul is that very fear. Just takes those special people to bring it out. That’s why it’s my greatest fear, and why it should be yours as well.
