Well, again, probably not a “stupid” fear, really, but I have always hated traveling through the Lincoln Tunnel. For those not familiar, it’s a tunnel that goes underneath the Hudson River for car traffic entering Manhattan.
When I was a kid I knew that the tunnel went underneath the river, but I had always thought it was like “just underneath” the river, you know, the water was just behind those white walls of the tunnel. As I got older and realized that the tunnel actually was beneath the river, that is, tunneled through dirt, well that was even worse.
I never get claustrophia except when I have to go through that damn tunnel. My breathing trouble starts at just seeing those gaping maws (3 of 'em) just waiting to suck you in. Doesn’t help that there’s always slow traffic while approaching so you get to really torture yourself more. I’ve always been fortunate, at least, that it’s never been slow for the actual travel through. And I do so love seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I use that metaphor a lot for different things, probably because it has true meaning for me.