When Big Brother comes and throws you into Room 101, what will you find there?
Junebugs.
Dogs . Big or small it doesn’t really matter when your phobic 
Army cutworms.
In Room 101, you will be tortured with whatever your deepest fear is. For Winston Smith in “1984,” it was rats.
I thought it was rats for everyone. Go figure. My dog was named Winston.
2+2=5
My personal Room 101 contains shelves full of Chick tracts…
Centipedes, or possibly my first boyfriend.
My room 101 would contain every man I’ve ever slept with or dated.
AUGH!!!
This would be worse than the time all five of my boyfriends showed up for my birthday party.
For my own, it would be nothing. I can handle almost anything the world can throw at me, as it is no comparison to what my mind will throw at me if I don’t distract it.
Hey, I lived in room 101 last year, and never made the connection (been too long since I read the book). But now I understand why I got stuck with that roommate…
Kat, I agree with yours. My Room 101 would contain junebugs, bees, horseflies, moths, etc. Any insect bigger than a housefly with fast-moving wings just sends chills up and down my spine. I was stung by a bee in my formative years, and as the twig inclines, so grows the tree, as the old adage says. But if they wanted a confession, they’d have to torture me. How, you ask? By threatening my brain. I could stand to lose a limb or two, but I’d rather die than end up a brain-damaged submoron. I think a rock and a strong psycho would about do it. Or a crash-test.
MadPoet:
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For my own, it would be nothing. I can handle almost anything the world can throw at me, as it is no comparison to what my mind will throw at me if I don’t distract it
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Was all set to roll my eyes at that one, then I got to the second half of the second sentence. Good call. This isn’t the place for personal anecdotes, but I’ve peaked through the keyhole of that room, and wholeheartedly agree with you on that one. Pick up the pun and you know what I’m talking about. Yea, give me rats ‘n’ bugs ‘n’ whatnot any day. Except maybe Chick tracks.
Rhythmdvl
Slugs. And maybe frogs and toads too. gahhh!
–tygre
Same here. I can handle pretty much anything, but I would probably go insane if left to my own devices. It’d be a short trip.
I’m fine with insects. I got over my fear of spiders ages ago. Bugs are merely interesting to me…except…maybe…the BOT FLY.
Which bourghes under the skin, plants their larva, then weeks later the maggots eat their way out.
That might concievable play a part in my Room 101.
That and social ridicule.
Room 101 contains a very narrow well, which they shove you down into head first so that you’re trapped upside down in the blackness with your arms pinned tightly to your sides. Struggling will only cause you to inch ever deeper into the well. Maybe there are a lot of big roaches crawling around inside the well for good measure. And they leave you there.
Now, think about that picture for a few minutes, and tell me how you feel.
It’ll be full of corporate tax forms that must be completed.
Mark Serlin. ARGGGGG!!!
I’m not going to tell you.
Very clever, Big Brother, but you won’t get me like that…