as long as i can remember i've been a brave guy. i enjoy creeping through the night to observe the ones around me. some call it stalking but i always considered it looking out for the ones i love. i've taken on bigger than me enemies and conquered them. i once took on a guy that weighted 2/3 more than me and stood about 6 inches taller, a swipe of the hand and he was a goner. i've even jumped from unimaginable heights, just something you got to do when the opportunity presents itself. i've always enjoyed looking danger in the eye. a cross country trip of unexplored terrains didn't phase me or ever catch me off guard. i'm 36 years old and for the first 35 years of my life i was a brave soul, never back down from what others considered dangerous. i would laugh in the face of danger, but that all changed 4 months ago. in the late spring i met my match. my fear had finally caught up with me and i had no where to hide. it seemed so harmless until provoked, then with a flick of a switch it'd come alive. no matter where i turned it was there ready to shred me alive. the one i fear the most is the biggest i've ever seen, and it stands at least 6 feet taller than me and moves at breaking speeds. i have yet to see anyone conquer it. i've been told there are groups to help me though my fears. no matter what i have to conquer my fear, i wont let nothing hold me back.
"hello, my name is charlie and i'm afraid of ceiling fans."
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