This is not going in my dating profile:

The Most Private Thing I’m Willing To Admit Here

Blank. Not answering this.

I am allowed to not answer. It’s my choice, I realized.

This is not going in my profile—The Most Private Thing I’m Willing To Admit Here: My fear is that I won’t know how much I don’t know. My fear is that I’ll realize it later and hate myself. Or that someone will realize it before me and hate me first. I’m afraid I’ll never know what or who I am, at all. My fear is everyone else will and they’ll leave. My fear is that there is no reason to stay. My fear is that I’ll be exposed. My fear is that I’m totally invisible. Or that I should be. I’m afraid I won’t explain it well enough. I’m afraid explaining doesn’t even matter. I’m afraid I’ll be understood. My fear is I’m wasting my time. My fear is that the time that I have is worthless. My fear is I’ll never have potential. My fear is that I’ll die at the exact moment I realize I do. My fear is that I’ll get paralyzed and do nothing and it will be like I’m already dead. I’m so afraid, I feel paralyzed. I’m afraid it will always be this way. I’m afraid my mind will stop working just when I need it. I’m afraid I won’t remember. My fear is that I’ll die not remembering who I am, or that I’ll die knowing who I am and that it will feel as empty as not remembering. My fear is that I’ll hold back when I should give or that I’ll give when I should hold back. My fear is that I’ll think it’s me when it’s really you or that you’ll think it’s me when it’s not, at all. What if I mess up? What if it’s a mistake? What if I’m wrong and can’t fix it and I can’t go back. What if I ruin it? My fear is that I won’t contribute anything. My fear is that no one will remember me. What if the answer was right there and I just didn’t see it. I’m afraid I’ll repeat the same mistakes and I won’t even notice. I’m afraid everyone else will.

Do I have the right fears? That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid that I’m afraid of the wrong things.

Jake wrote it better:

It’s deer and bees that do most of the killing. 

Deer and bees, deer and bees. 

We are afraid of the wrong things. We are afraid of the wrong things.