I wouldn't say I have a ton of fears.
I could probably list them all here: dock spiders; all spiders; insects generally; things that are poisonous; failure; success; job interviews; falling from a height; empty beer glass; at a party with an empty beer glass; old age; dying; method of dying; living; suffering; poverty; looking stupid in public; ordering tall blondes; sharing cabs with strangers; having nothing to say; buying porn mags in a store (that was a long time ago); being stupid; looking stupid in private; wearing un-ironed shirts; ironing my shirts…
Okay, maybe I can't list them all here.
Yet all those fears take a back seat to my most dreaded fear…when my wife says…
"We have to talk."
