Except Tarantulas 
Kool Aid Man, remember that big red bowl of punch come crashing through your wall screaming “OH YEAH”?
props to Dane Cook
I fear having something terrible happen to my daughter, and I fear suffering before I die.
My brother died after a long battle with AIDS, so I know about suffering. I don’t want to experience that.
Awww…tarantulas are cute. They’re furry and suprisingly warm and tickle when they crawl up my arm.
Yeah, Tarantulas are cool! Funny thing though, I’ll pick up the ones at work, but my own hasn’t been handled, so I won’t pick her up! I guess that’s a fear…
In no particular order:
Dying alone. Just even the thought of living my life by myself is enough to give me the shivers. This fear includes my anxiety about the loss of family members.
Being broke. This particular fear is the reason why I’m freaking out about my impending unemployment. This week is my last at my current job.
Spiders. This is the reason why I will never watch the movie “Arachnophobia” again. Why did I watch it in the first place? I will never accept that those things are natural. They’ve got eight (count 'em, eight!) legs, eight eyes, and shit silk. And they’re sneaky. As for tarantulas…let me put it this way. Once I was in a Petsmart store looking for a new leash for my dog. I turned a corner and found myself next to several terrariums, each of which contained a tarantula. My blood absolutely ran cold. There is something primal about the fear provoked in me by the sight of these things. I must have had bad experiences with spiders in a past life.
(1) Death, my own.
As a fallen Presbyterian, I no longer have faith that anything is waiting for me on the other side. I am enjoying Being and never wish to stop.
(2) Losing my mental faculties.
I am far too paranoid about this, but it grabs me emotionally and will not let go. Every time I forget whether I’ve locked the door on my way out, I wonder if it’s only the first step on a path that ends with forgetting where I live.
(3) Other people.
Yep, that makes me the typical computer nerd, I guess. I perceive myself to be a logical being (with occasional lapses like (1) and (2), above), and believe that I think more clearly (though not necessarily faster) than most people. Thus, I find other people, especially crowds, terrifying because I cannot predict what they will do.
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Death. I have a chronic fear of death. Like the poster above me…I love -living- so much that the fear of nonexistance gives rise to many memories of lost sleep and anxiety attacks.
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Evil. Compared to how I view myself when I was younger, my morals have come full-circle. I see a younger child who was to grow into an ill-fated man, who left pain in his wake. Now, I’m dedicated towards becoming a doctor, because the evil that men do can only be helped by those dedicated to healing.
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Camel Spiders. I’m arachnophobic.
Look these critters up some day. They live in the Middle East, are fast, very big, always cranky, and have a bad habit of chasing people down and biting them in the face…if they don’t just begin eating you while you’re asleep. (painkilling venom tends to prevent you from waking up until the Spider’s already eaten off bits of you.
I guess it’s my turn.
I’m not afraid at all of death. It never really crosses my mind. I’m not afraid of pain. I wouldn’t like it very much though. I hate spiders and bugs, just the itsy bitsy ones. I’m really, really scared of clowns. And my biggest fear would be loosing my sweetie and family members, including pets.
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Not being able to have children. (Yes, I know its weird. But I’m serious. I have nightmares about being injured/stabbed/ina car wreck whatever where the result is not being able to have children and it haunts me. Nightmares. Black and dark corners of my soul.)
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Loss of control. Control of my mental facilities is very important to me. I’d rather be dead than insane. Well, insane to the point of not being able to reach out and interact with the world. (I’m already pretty unstable, but I’m communicative and functional, and that’s what counts.)
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Myself. (see insanity.) I get hints of really scary things hanging out in the depths of my mind. Most days I’d rather not meet them at all.
And if that #3 is dicounted, Spiders. I hate spiders. All of them. They are alien beings trying to take over the world and its only a matter of time before the forces of good have to crush their uprising. I’ll be there with big boots and a flamethrower.
Good thread…
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Needles. I have such an intense, paranoid fear of needles that I can’t even have a TB test done without being held down. (You know, when they barely graze your arm and you have to have it checked in 2 days? Not me!) It’s not an irrational fear, though. When I was 14, getting the last of my booster shots, the nurse jabbed the needle in my arm and it got stuck. Then, when I was 22, my best friend died from a heroin overdose.
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Falling down stairs. I have a bad knee, and it tends to give out on me on steps. (I’ve had surgery, but they keep telling me it will get back to normal eventually.) I’ve tumbled down the stairs so many times recently that I am scared to take the stairs. (And I work in a two-story restaurant, with no elevator/dumbwaiter.)
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Losing my SO. Not in the “he-broke-up-with-me” way. He has a lot of health problems, and recently we’ve been making serious plans for the future. We’ve been best friends-off/on boyfriend-girlfriend for 9 years now. If I lost him, I would lose a lot.
I’m not scared of my death. I am one of those people who lives their life. I don’t have time to worry about death. I’m also not scared of public speaking. I used to love giving speeches in h.s. because it gave me a chance to make people laugh, even if it was supposed to be serious.
<hijack> Medea, I have the same fear about not being able to have kids, but I think it’s only because the SO and I have been talking about it. So, I guess we’re both weird!</hijack>
Glad (?) to see I’m not the only one:( Losing my mind is one thing; seeing it happen is another entirely.
What are you most afraid of?
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That people really do just suck and that it’s never going to get better.
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That everytime I let my guard down and convince myself that this person is not like that person, and that person is not like the others, that they really are all just the same.
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That I’m never going to get better at determining when someone isn’t worth my time, and I’ll forever be doomed to surround myself with loser, energy-sucking people that will only use me till there is nothing left.
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That there is something so fundamentally wrong with me that I somehow cause people to treat me badly. That I somehow turn ordinarily “nice” people into “complete a-holes” just by being me.
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That I really will just give up on people, and that the one person I say “No, I refuse to help you” to, will be the one person that really needed me… and I’ll never get over the guilt of not helping them.
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That, after all is said and done, I will become a completely embittered, angry, militant misanthrope, that has a hundred cats that don’t even like her, who turns away from people and says “bah-humbug” even in the springtime and feels no joy or love and frowns at everyone and everything, even pink faced smiling children and cute fuzzy puppies.
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That one day, I’ll just lose it and start screaming and I won’t be able to stop. That I’ll scream and scream and pull my hair out and finally I’ll collapse into a lifeless heap on the floor…and no one will notice or care (except for the hundred cats that will eventually eat my dead body).
I’m feeling a little let down today…
I have a fear of loving and being loved and then all of a sudden… he stops loving me!
That’s my greatest fear!
- Drowning
- Never getting married (which is very ironic considering I’m a teenager.)Maybe this is more accurately, Dying alone.
3)Hmm…this might be odd, but torture. not nessisarally myself (although I DONT want it done to me!), but even watching some police show like Law and Order where its based on all that…eck…Just thinking about it.
I seriously dont recomend you watch the 1985 movie “Brazil”. One giant plot is based on the aspect of insanity. Although, it could help your problem. You’ll have to excuse my rambling…
My greatest fears are that I will find out the person that I am in love with:
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Lied to me
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Cheated on me
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Died
Tibs.
Even being afraid of those things is painful. I should probably give it up, huh?
In no particular order:
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Breaking my ribs. Can’t really think too much about that sharp pain with every breathe or movement. Bad.
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Being helpless while a loved one suffers and dies, when I should be able to help. Not in the sick and dying mode, I am not a doc, but something I COULD do to help, but for some reason couldn’t.
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Opal.
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Hurting or disappointing God. Although of course the reunion almost makes it worth it.
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Dying and leaving people with guilt or other unresolved destructive emotions.
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Doing something truly horrible on impulse. Murder, child abuse, whatever. I can’t imagine ever doing it but it’s a fear - I guess many say they never thought themselves capable until they did it.
Yeah, not death. Even if there were no God I wouldn’t particularly fear death. The process of having my sphincter pulled out through my nostril, certainly, but not the being dead.
My biggest fear is of something happening to my SO. I worry for him all the time. He’s had a few close calls with his car, and other things, and just contemplating the prospect of anything happening to him makes me feel almost physically ill.
::shudders::
I’m also afraid of:
- Spiders. Especially of being in, say, the walk-in closet, right when one of those egg-sacks breaks and thousands of baby spiders fly all over me and I can’t get them all off because they’re so tiny and eeeeeeeeek
- Elevators. If I don’t think about it I’m fine but I’m so scared of the cable snapping and the elevator falling down, or getting stuck in it or something. I’m even afraid of that here in my dorm, which is nowhere near high enough for a fall down the shaft in an elevator to kill me.
- Public speaking. And of COURSE, what’s the first class I took for my major? And how incredibly badly am I failing it, do you suppose?