Fears?

As I sit here listening to my Glen Miller playlist on Pandora, I begin to ponder the subject of fears. As I do this, I realize that I'm being totally overanalytical and somewhat cliche, but I don't care... I think that the beginning of resolving fears is to face them head on like an angry grizzly! A perfect example of this is a person with  hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,  or the fear of long words. When they just tell their closet coherts about this totally cracked fear, they are officially having an old west stand-off with Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia! And I think they are winning! Maybe if I type what I distress about, then it'll be easier for me to come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving the country next year. Maybe I'll be able to say, "Goddamn it! I'm gonna do well no matter what my petrified mind says!" So over the next 7 months, I'll be spilling my heart and soul so that I can make that angry grizzly that is my fears run like a 10 year old running from his ol' Aunt Olga!! Get used to my craziness! We've got a bit to go!