Don't forget me, please.

I have been thinking about the fear thing, and I think I share a lot of common fears with most people. Spiders, snakes, rats, etc. But the thing I fear the most in life is being forgotten. There's a name for it. Athazagoraphobia.

My parents are selling their house and going to live in the camper all over the country now. What if they forget to come see me? My husband has a job where he works all day, and the kids are in school, but I'm just here alone. What if they forget to come home?

Okay, those are extreme, and highly unlikely. But, I've noticed when I do visit my hometown, I'm not always friendly to people I see in the store or at a restaurant, because I figure they don't remember who I am. I figure I have probably been forgotten. And that can be a really scary feeling.

Each day when I open my blog to see if there are comments, I figure there won't be. I figure everyone will have moved on to someone funnier, or more interesting, or more intelligent. I figure I'll be forgotten. So far, I've done okay.

So there ya have it. My fear. Not my only one, by far. But probably my most intense.