I am not afraid of you hurting me. It’s actually probably bad that I am like this. I have such a positive view of people in the world that the idea that others will hurt me does not exist in my mind. So I share myself willingly and fully. I let myself be seen. But from an evolutionary perspective- I am so screwed. I have no fear of the unknown or perception of danger, so when people do hurt me-which is a regrettably unavoidable part of this life we live- it hits twice as hard because I never even see it coming.
The only thing that can hurt me is me. My expectations. My absence of self-withholding. My lack of the emotional protection that seems all to common these days.
So no, I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of me.