Thinking about what makes other people laugh is always intriguing for me. Being Ryan, one thing that always gets the crowd going is me standing next to Timothyan anywhere. Somehow, my presence next to him always manages to induce laughter, just as sure as day turns into night. Maybe it's the contrast of our personalities, or perhaps it's our energy when we're together. Either way, it's always an amusing spectacle.

Standing on the ledge of self-awareness, I was asked once to dig deep and reveal my most profound fear.

Not every day does a man willingly unmask his innermost apprehensions, but the sincerity of the moment led me to confess. The fear that shakes me to the core isn't something extraordinary or otherworldly - it's much more mundane yet personally terrifying. It's the fear of nicking my privates when shaving. Reflecting upon it, it is an unusual fear, but it is true to its core.

If you're wondering about the origins of this apprehension, it is rooted in a past of skydiving adventures and several close calls involving airplanes.

It started when I was 19. My parachute didn't open during a skydiving attempt, and this accident was the onset of my fear of heights, which gradually evolved into, among other things, a fear of airplanes.

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