Day 2,609: What is the fear?

So, what am I afraid of?

I rarely think about this. I more think of what I *want* and then worry about not getting it. But, I can reverse engineer my fear from that, can’t I?

I want to be liked, which means I’m afraid of not being liked.

I can remember the sting of being made fun of as a kid. It’s the same sting now. It makes my face feel hot and my throat get stopped up so I can’t speak. It makes my thoughts swirl so fast I can’t catch them.

I’m afraid of being stupid, or ignorant.

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