Fear?!? - The Adrian Monk Syndrome

The concept of fear has always fascinated me. How a person who is not scared of anything, goes against authority , fights with a bunch of people is still afraid to tell the truth to his parents.... or in some cases still scared of ghosts...:) (not me... in case you wondering...)
Where i am concerned, have always said i am not scared of dying. Now this seems to be the most common fear out there. For me its more a thing of never having cared about anything to an extent where i will miss it when i die. I think that u are scared of dying only when you have something to lose. Guess havent found that yet... Another thing is people take my ease of saying that i dont mind dying as a negative. somehow they confuse not wanting to live with having a death wish. When i am living i will live to the fullest but i will not regret dying today, tmr or the next day..
Now coming back to the topic of the article, for a guy who is scared of dying i am scared of a lot of things. Taking the risk of sounding repetitive, scared of being ignored, scared of being ordinary, scared of authority, scared of relationships, scared of responsibilities etc etc ..... the list goes on.... Hence this treatise on the concept of fear. Wonder at what level the brain kicks in and makes us scared of something. Guess will have to ask a psychiatrist some day.
Anyway, to the people with all the answers help me out with this conundrum.
P.s. Dexter rocks but still mad men impressing me as far as head to head goes in this season.
Project for the day: Science of sleep... Review tmr.

The continuation....

The search for inspiration continues..... Have often said that the ultimate goal of life should be happiness. But over time have realized during the pursuit of anything we tend to overlook things on the way. Think of it as a cop chasing a criminal. Pretty sure he doesn’t have time to admire the scenery.
My thought process has changed to the idea of contentment. To live a life without regret. To maximize the use of what I have in my vicinity and stop cribbing about what I don’t have, forgetting what I want and just trying to live with what I need.
My search for inspiration comes from the 'need' not to be ordinary (the fear which mena suvari is possessed with in American beauty). Being ordinary and being ignored are two of my greatest fears. The second one has been a quite a common occurrence in my life and in retrospect most of it has been of my own doing.
So now this contented fool is searching for inspiration even though I know this sentence is dripping with irony. Guess some people never learn.
P.s. Mad men rocks.

Searching for inspiration..........

All my life have been looking for a muse, a source of inspiration, something or someone that makes me want to be abetter person, who makes me reach for the stars, that brings out the 'greatness' in me (dont know what is in 'great' in me but have this theory that every one has something great in them... we are just too busy to recognise it)... Someone who sees that something in me which can put me on a pedastel where noone can reach me in all my 'greatness''.... i guess everyone has dreams of achieving greatness but few achieve it and the 'why' has always bothered me... why do people with obvious talent not reach that point..??? why do people bury there dreams for the sake of others???? Or does the pursiut of greatness give way to the pursuit of happiness??
... to be contd