When come back, bring pi.
I’m afraid someone is going to run me down with their car, probably while they’re texting.
I don’t like driving anywhere near tandem trailer trucks. I don’t care what reports say, I don’t think they are safe. I’d rather pull off at an exit, drink a cup of coffee and be a few minutes late than be on the road next to one.
I don’t trust pick-up truck drivers. The single worst drivers in my state are pick-up trucks on highways jockeying in and out of lanes to get to their next construction job. I’ve always had the suspicion that if cops pulled them over,
9 out of 10 of them would have cancelled “non-pay” insurance.
I don’t trust anyone wearing a gun in public who isn’t in full uniform. Those “shields on chains” to me just look like the gold chains around the necks of old men playing bocce or shuffleboard.
I don’t like clowns. I guess it goes back to a bachelor party I was at many years ago. A clown in full gear showed up and started doing shots. He then started hitting on the girl dancing with the standard clown birthday party tricks
(the squirting flower, the phony hand, the wand that turns into a bouquet). It was literally So Wrong that it scarred me for life.
Dying in a submarine accident.
I am not, not will I ever be, in the navy or any other submarine-owning industry. It just seems terrible.
A few months ago, the local paper had a vote to determine which of two comic strips would stay and which would be eliminated. The one I liked had a comfortable 94% to 6% margin all along, but I was still afraid that the other strip would inch its way back into contention. I even had a nightmare about this happening! Fortunately the comeback never materialized.
1.4142!1.4142! 1.4142! 1.4142! 1.4142!
Oh yeah, and a fifth - hitting a pedestrian with my car.
Being in a surging crowd freaks me out.
Finding an aborted fetus in a public toilet.
Finding a dead body anywhere would blow my mind!
Oh man, the other day I was wiping down the counters in my kitchen. All the sudden I could hear what sounded like a bottle cap rattling away in the garbage disposal. I initially thought the cap was rattling from the near by dishwasher that was on.
Like a dumbass, I went to stick my hand down there and get the bottle cap. Just before I did, I stopped and looked at the disposal switch to make sure it was turned off.
Turns out it wasn’t! I must of accidentally turn it on when I was wiping the counters down. But man, what a close call! My hand was literally inches away from the disposal before I thought twice about it.
Each night before I go to bed, I check to make sure all doors and windows downstairs are closed and locked. Typical dad security detail. I also have to check to make sure the garage doors are closed, 'cause I am afraid someone left them open and my bike will be taken. I have even gotten out of bed to go downstairs and check.
Edit: I should add - the number of times the doors were not closed = 0.
What were the strips?
Mine is being trapped underwater in my car. You can’t get manual roll-downs for windows any more, either.
There’s a narrow pedestrian bridge right by me. It has a normal-size railing and that’s it. It’s about the distance of two stories up from a busy highway. When I walk over it and someone else is too, I can’t help but think how easy it would be for them to just push me over the side.
True, but you can still roll the windows down, although they will not go down automatically.
I would still fear that, tho.
I’m afraid of flying. I don’t have any particular reason to be afraid of it; my first experience with air travel was…unpleasant, but I was already phobic about it before that. I suspect it may be control issues. With a couple of hours of meditation and mental preparation before boarding, I can handle it okay. Without that…well, I can still get on the plane, but other passengers could be forgiven for worrying that they were traveling with a zombie.
I think sharing that phrase may have defeated the purpose of your warning.
When I was working at Disney in their burger restaurant, I had an irrational fear of falling into the deep fryer
Harmless spiders.
People.
And my heart stopping. I have a heart condition. I know it’s mild, and not life-threatening. It doesn’t even hurt. It happens that sometimes my heart misses a beat, beats a little harder on the next beat, and then goes on normally. Every time it misses a beat, I get a little scared that it’ll never beat again.
Haven’t seen this one yet, curious if anyone else shares it (or if there is a name for it)…
I always put off haircuts because I’m afraid that the hair dresser/barber will nick my ears. I literally sit in the chair with white knuckles and a rapid heartbeat until its over.
Nickanearophobic.
When I’m bending to get clothes out of the dryer, my eyes are level with the upper edge of the opening and about an inch away. I always worry about a static shock leaping from that edge and zapping me right on the eyeball.
Silly me.