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Fear kinda creeps up on you, your imagination playing with you.

I've got a mild form of claustrophobia. It's not that I ever think twice about going into a small space but while reading a book where someone gets stuck underground my mind really gets going. Of course then it decides to review those passages when I try to sleep.

Fear of drowning. Again my mind playing with me. I swim a lot, freestyle stroke, head underwater, perfect time to start imagining what it would feel like to drown. Not that it stops me, just shake it off.

And I guess getting a bit older, watching grandparents die around you, you start to realize that your time will come too one day. It's not the fear of death, but of being stuck on a respirator in the hospital slowly drowning in your own fluids while not being able to move. Claustrophobia plus fear of drowning.
Then I say to myself, if something like that actually happens you're too busy coping to be panicking. Same as it's easier to be in grave pain yourself then to watch someone else go through it. My wife is the smart one, she made a pact long ago that she would be the first one to die when the time comes.