Yeah, Tuna’s classification as “food” is something I’ve never been able to fathom.
Ah, Wrathofkhanophobia.
Yeah, Tuna’s classification as “food” is something I’ve never been able to fathom.
Ah, Wrathofkhanophobia.
Oh. My. Gods. You’ve hit it. I can’t believe that never occurred to me. Poor Chekhov getting the little squiggly wormy pinchy thing in the ear … uncontrollable shuddering
I can remember my parents forcing me to see that in the theater … back when I didn’t give a damn about Trek and thought I never would.
Now, of course, I have a cat named Khan. But I still hate earwigs.
Eating vegetables.
I have had neckophobia since I was a kid. Just writing about it is giving me the willies. I thought I was alone.
I can’t handle not being in the correct lane while driving. This weekend while driving to KCDope Whammo drove my car, he thought it would be funny to not get into the exit lane until the last minute. I squeezed my knees so hard that I have bruises on them. I just really freak out about it.
I also hate being starred at. My sister can make me curl up in a little ball wimpering just by looking at me and refusing to stop.
I hate movies. But not just any movie: specifically any movie that involves 1) seriously explored terror or 2) humiliation.
Sitting through “Sixth Sense” gave me a panic attack, but I can watch, say, action or horror movies as long as they’re campy. Actually, I have rather a taste for bad action movies (I liked “The Art of War” and “Kiss of the Dragon”(?).) For some reason, this doesn’t apply to anime either.
Humiliation, though, I can’t stand under any circumstances – when they’ve been building it up for the last five minutes as movies are frequently wont to do. I have to leave the room; I can’t bring myself to watch it unfold.
I never know when these things are gonna come out of nowhere, so I scarcely ever watch movies.
I fear being thought to be staring. Say I’m in the metro – I’ll be looking all over, up at the ceiling, out the window, rather than directing my gaze at anyone I don’t know.
Glad I could help pin that down.
In retrospect, it was a fairly creepy scene for a Star Trek movie.
I don’t know if this will do any good now but you were fed a very old folktale.
AHHH!! Why did I read that? Eww! This is precisely what I’m afraid of!! Not that it will chew through my head, but that it’ll get stuck there. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew …
I’m afraid of stepping on a crack in the sidewalk. I also am afraid of spiders…totally irrational, but they are just so creepy! :rolleyes:
I have aibohphobia - fear of palindromes
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God, what a load of bullshAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGxxrghghhxthlexkkk…
[gurgle]
I’ve got a phobia of falling/jumping from high distances. I can’t look down a stairwell without getting panicky. (I have no problems with heights themselves, though, and ironically enough I <i>love</i> climbing on those net things.)
I’m totally paralyzed around cockroaches if I’m not wearing shoes–if I am, I just gleefully stomp them. Spiders also kind of give me the willies, but only if they are in danger of crawling onto me.
I have nightmares about small, sharp things–pins, needles, razors, etc.–but then again I do accidentally hurt myself a lot.
I like the comfort of a small, enclosed spaces, but I’m terrified of being suffocated.
(Yeesh. Am I a basket case or what?)
Monkeys!
A friend of my dad had a pet chimpanzee. They made me hold it, and it kept touching my face with it’s creepy little hands. The little ones don’t bother me as much, but I always avoid any monkey exhibit at the zoo. Gorillas are cool though.
I have phobophobia…I’m afraid of being afraid.
Its probably not a phobia, but I hate the sound of fingernails/toenails scraping across bedsheets. I can’t stand it. I’ve never run into anyone else that shares my passionate distaste for the sound.
My sister’s friend is afraid of buttons. The more thread holes, the worse.
Does anyone else have the intense adversity to eye contact that I experience? I can’t look straight into anyone’s eyes for more than a few seconds, period. Nobody. Under any circumstances. Not even my boyfriend. Not even my mom!!
I’m not shy nor do I have anything to hide, but my refusal to maintain eye contact has caused many to believe I am bashful or shifty or plain disinterested. I try to work around this problem by finding different pretexts to not meet someone’s gaze with my own. Usually I just focus on some part of their shoulder or something. I’m afraid this fear has caused many to get a wrong first impression of me.
I’m guessing this might be a fairly common phobia/affliction/quirk/whatever?
I’m this way too. I’m afraid that the driver will decide to cross over lanes at the last minute and some accident will occur. I have to really watch myself and make sure I don’t turn into some harping nag. “You should be in that lane. Switch over now!”
As for me, my own personal phobia is Ventriloquist dummies. I was in an antique store earlier this year and I saw this dummy staring at me behind class. Very creepy. Oddly enough, I’ve rarely come across any vent dummies in my life. But I am sure that if one of those things was in my room at night, I would not be able to sleep at all. And books like the Goosebump book Night of the Living Dummy (I think the cover of that book is what got me frightened of the wooden monsters).