My phobia is somewhat related. I’m not this bad though, it is actually possible to tickle me for a while, but when I say stop, stop. You see, when I start laughing so hard tears well up in my eyes, I almost alway start crying for real! It’s insane, I’ll start bawling like someone died, and I can’t stop. I don’t know why, it must be triggered somehow. I can’t remember it happening when I wasn’t tickled, which is why it’s related.
I was supposed to hit Prewiev, not Post.
Anyway, being tickled is a phobia because I know what will happen.
I’m horribly afraid of the sound of cars that won’t start. I can’t explain it at all; maybe it’s like the fingernails on the chalkboard thing.
I really don’t mind looking at pictures of shipwrecks and such, and I love reading about them, and seeing documentaries, but I get SO freaked when they show footage of the shipwrecks…especially with divers-the Edmund Fitzgerald documentary when they show an animation of the ship going down scares the living shit out of me…and the footage of divers on the Empress of Ireland…
shudders
I hate driving behind loaded car carriers. I just know that the Ford Expedition hanging off the end of the rusting carrier was chained down by a hung-over dockworker pissed off because he couldn’t get the weekend off.
That before I ever get a boyfriend, I’ll stop liking guys. Or turn gay-I KNOW that’s ridiculous…but it just sucks to be 23 and never fallen in love. sigh I keep fearing that my standards are too high, or that I’ll never meet someone, and I’ll be in capable of being attracted to men. Is THAT strange or what?
It sucks.
Geez, I’ve got a whole list of weird fears.
For starters, I absolutely can’t stand clowns. No way, no how. Hate the faces. Hate the smiles. I always abhored the way they would come up to me when I was a little kid. I hate strangers and strangers with painted faces smiling like idiots while making a balloon into an animal shape just plain scare me half to death. Always made my mom walk on the other side of the Farmer’s Market when a clown was out.
I’m also deathly afraid of any type of encounter with a person. Be it a simple hello to someone who knows me, or worse, actually having to talk to someone for any extended period of time, even ordering food at McDonald’s. The nervousness, fear, and worry are compounded 10 fold when it’s a member of the oppisite sex.
Can’t sleep with my door open. Need it closed. Maybe it’s for my own little voyueristic tendancies, but I always think someone’s looking in and watching me while I sleep.
Extreme irrational fear of forgetting something so basic or simple. Especially on a long trip. Like underwear, or toothbrush, or my book. Every time there’s the chance that something might be left behind I worry about it.
Driving back to Phoenix from Tucson last night, I was reminded of my fear of Rest Areas.
You know those pit stop places along freeways? I hate them! I don’t like stopping at them during the day, but I refuse to stop at one once the sun’s gone down. :: shudders :: They freak me out.
I most strenuously object to the thread title! My fear of midgets driving golf carts while wearing garters and stockings is not abnormal! What? Oh…time for my Thorazine again…
Centipedes.
Ikk. Gack. Get 'em awayyyy!