"One day your life will flash before your eyes.
Make sure it's worth watching."
I can't remember who said that quote, but I do believe in it.
Rewinding my life a couple of years back and I can see how I had a couple of phobias making my experiences in life difficult; Acrophobia- Fear of heights, Selachophobia- Fear of sharks, Aviophobia or Aviatophobia- Fear of flying, Necrophobia- Fear of death or dead things, and a couple more that I can't remember anymore.
And the funny thing is that I remember how I developed them.
Leaving your 4 - 6 year old kids to watch crazy ass horror and thriller movies is not a good idea if you want to keep them preoccupied without developing some mental disorders.
And boy oh boy was I preoccupied.
So a movie about great white sharks with an appetite for human junk food "JAWS" does make you think twice before jumping into water, and mine went overboard when I started getting paranoid while in swimming pools.
Another one was even based on a true story. The movie was called "ALIVE" which was depicting the story of the Andes flight disaster. Where in October 13, 1972, the Uruguayan rugby team's plane crashed in the middle of the Andes Mountains and the survivors had to eat the dead and went through hell till they finally were found.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uruguaya…
Fear of flights, sharks, and death welcome to my childhood.
So ya, I guess my parents were having fun while their kids where building and expanding their future fears.
Sadism runs deep in the family I guess.
Thankfully, now I'm phobia free and it didn't involve any movies this time to mentally affect my being.
It was actually life and all of its sadistic irony. The people that come into our lives and maybe leave it, as well as the situations we go through that had a stronger effect.
Contemplating why I was so worried about sharks, planes, heights and other unearthly matters, I reached a point where I asked myself "what's the worst that can happen?"
And at that point, life became more tolerable.
What I mean is, break all fears to the basic elements and you would reach the same point, which is death in a lot of cases.
When a person is Arachnophobic, he thinks he fears spiders and other creepy-crawlies, but I think it is actually the bite that worries more, and by the bite I mean the poisonous death that follows.
Do you get tense walking into dark places and allies? Lygophobic? It's just fear of the unknown
not knowing what hides in the dark and what would happen to you if you go in, death?
Can't stand on the ledge of a high rise building? Get dizzy when you look down?
Think with me for a bit; is it the building, the surroundings, the wind? Or is simply worrying that you would fall to your death or get stabbed by some psycho killer?
Claustrophobic? Lose your breath when you're in tight spaces? Do you fear the small boxed space or is fear of suffocating to death?
We all die sooner or later, so why waste time giving in to that built in biological self-preservation mechanism.
Just enjoy the moment, don't run into a building on fire of course, but think of the experience in all of its glory. Forget that some day we would eventually be stripped to our bones and maybe cause someone a phobia of his own.
Ask yourself "what's the worst that could happen? Death...so what?!"
Go jump out of plane, scream your lungs out and have someone film it with some kick ass music for a background (definitely have a parachute handy, you do want to enjoy other experiences, right?)
Shark getting a quick bite?
Hell, I might taste good goin in, but believe me
I will not go out that easily and surely without putting up a fight"
Majed Al Bahiti
Tuesday, 11 January 2011 2.30 p.m