So here I was, minding my own b'ness, encrypting some of my files, when suddenly, a huge spider (with a size of a closed fist) appears in my desk(I don't know how).
I only had time to grab my English notebook, and kill it. 20 rage hits later, I was finally in peace.
I fear the process of dying. Death is irrelevant, I could care a less. I don't want to go through the steps though, it all fading to black and hearing, smelling, feeling nothing. I don't believe in heaven or hell really so the end is just black for me, or at least I think so. But either way there is no way that dying can be fun.
No, spiders and the like in them. Found a little poisonous one a couple days back and couldn't take a sh** for ages.
My fear isn't something I can easily deal with because its not something I see everyday. In fact, I've only seen them in the flesh once or twice in my life, and I saw them when I was young and fearless, so I don't have to worry about that. Although, documentaries freak me out so I steer clear of the discovery channel xP
