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6 Feet Under...


My worst, and probably most embarrassing, fear is that some day I will wake up 6 feet under, in a nice little coffin without any chance of ever getting out. And then the panic will set in and I will start to bang on the coffin, screaming and no one will be around to hear me. The lovely fact that I would probably run out of air before anyone could even dig me up doesn't seem to help me either. That's pretty scary right?

Truthfully my taphophobia (fear of being buried alive) has never been so prominent until recently; when I watched that stupid movie staring Ryan Reynolds called 'Buried'. At first my friend thought it would erase my petty little fear, mainly because we both thought that Ryan would be saved from his little prison in the end. WRONG. Instead of the perfect Disney-like ending, in which Ryan is dramatically saved at the last second by some hot chick or something, I had to sit and watch as he slowly suffocated. Oh, and his stupid "friends" dug up the wrong casket. Great way for me to get over my fear right? Not.

So I decided to finally Google why I was so afraid of being six feet under and found some pretty interesting stuff. Apparently my fear link me to others, such as a fear of ghosts or tombstones. I understand the connection perfectly, but I fail to see how I could fear a little marble rectangle sticking up from the ground. And ghosts don't exist so...?

Regardless of these other so called "fears" I may have, I know that my taphophobia is going to stay with me for awhile. So make sure I'm really dead before they bury me okay??