I am petrified of walking across those sidewalk grates that are in a lot of big cities. I’m afraid they will collapse under my weight and I will go tumbling into the dark oblivion.
I also fear talking on the phone to people unknown. But I’ve been working on this one and it’s getting better!
My friend hat a rat come up out of his toilet.
my sister is afraid of mozzarella sticks. she can’t look at them. if she sees someone eating one, she has to have something in her way to block her vision of it.
Mozzarella sticks have a strange association for me, so I don’t like them either. When Dominic was 3 or 4 we were at a restaurant and he was happily munching on them… but then he started to gag and cough… we got him to spit and the end of a mozz. stick was there. We pulled on it and it must have been 9 inches long, going down his throat. You know how melted mozz. is stretchy? Well he wasn’t chewing it all the way and was swallowing as he went. Scared me to death.
I fear the sidewalk grates too.
When I was younger I was afraid of throwing up in the toilet. Not sure why. I always threw up in the bathtub instead.
I also had a fear of cutting the nail on my pinky toes. I thought if I cut them then they would fall off and disappear forever. To this day I still refuse to cut them until they’re curving over my toe. Drives my boyfriend nuts.
I refuse to sit in a car that’s idling if the driver gets out. I have to reach over and turn the ignition off. I’ve had an irrational fear since I was a kid that the car would shift into gear by itself and roll away. This despite the fact that I am an adult and know how to drive and could very easily stop the car if it did so.
I also have a fear of letting my hand or foot dangle over the side of a bed or couch if I’m asleep. But that’s pretty rational because as we all know if there’s a foot or hand not protected by the magic blanket then the monster (or giant spider) under the bed has something to grab…
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Oh your parents must have loved that LOL
Knives…
My mother was glad when I got over that one.
When I was younger I used to have this, I don’t know, “vision” of sewing with a needle and thread. The woman - sometimes my mom - would be passing the needle through the cloth from the underside, and as she pulled the needle up, she’d stab herself in the eye.
I have no clue how this idea got stuck in my head, but to this day, watching someone sew with a needle and thread makes me nervous.
I have an absolute inability to sit with my back to a door or a window or any exposed area. I HAVE to have my back tot he wall, or be in the corner, or otherwise be aware of enemies coming to rub me out. I have asked waitstaff to move me, I have passed up available tables that did not meet my criteria (regardless of the wait time), etc. I hear a lot of people have that one, but I have this weird recurring dream to make me appear even nutter.
I dream that I am swimming in a vast and deep ocean, funning around with a WHALE. Yes, a blue whale. I’m hanging out with my whale pal, we’re enjoying the day, when finally he decides that he has to take off. So he dives, and I’m inexorably caught in the whirlpool created by his departure. I spin helplessly and drown. I always wake up panicky from that. Freud would have a field day. Anyone know what it means (besides fear of circumstances beyond my control in life)?
Your poor mother!
Mine is driving near water. Over bridges, beside full drainage ditches, along the shoreline, etc. I’m deathly afraid that I’ll lose control of my car and end up in the water with my two boys strapped in their carseats and we’ll all drown. Or worse, that I’ll escape but be unable to save them. The odds of this happening are miniscule, I know, but it terrifies me. I have recurring nightmares where I’m tugging and tugging on the straps to their seats, and the water’s filling up the car, and they’re crying my name and I can’t do anything. It makes me tear up just thinking about it. Everytime I read a story about any kind of car/water accident I cry. It would just be so scary to die like that.
I am afraid of sitting on a firecracker and [url=http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=209106] blowing up my naughty bits[/ur]
I am afraid of sitting on a firecracker and blowing up my naughty bits
sometimes I wonder about me…
I’m not scared of spiders or bugs, or just about any living creature, but the dead ones seriously freak me out. My bf likes to chase me around the house with a wadded up tissue, pretending there’s a dead spider in it, just to see me run and cry.
You know that scene in “Muppets Take Manhattan”, where Kermit the Frog is riding a bike, and you can see his long skinny legs working the pedals? Scared the shit out of me. I used to have dreams that Kermit would open my bedroom door and walk in on those freakin’ skinny green legs.
My fears aren’t that odd unless you take into account what I am NOT afraid of. I actually like lizards and frogs and all manner of creepy crawly things. If I find a non-poisonous snake I will certainly let it loose in the thick of my flower beds to keep down pests because I am terrified of mice. I will pick up a rat snake but at the first sight of a tiny white mouse, I am clinging to the rafters and screaming like a little girl…same goes for roaches.
I think it has something to do with my parents telling me they were dirty or something – no clue but they totally irrationally freak me out to the point of being immobilized with fear and screaming and shreiking.
Standing at the bottom of cliffs makes me feel nervous. All that looming stuff over me, you know.
I have a bed surround, and I do not like putting my fingers in the gap between it and the edge of the bed, because I think something’s going to jump up and bite them off (usually a Gremlin, though Critters feature occasionally). I also will not sleep in a position where my wrists are facing up and not covered by a blanket. With that one, I’m not actually sure what it is that I’m scared of.
I like spiders. I’m the local Steve Irwin with those things.
I saw that too!! The image of those things coming out gave me the willies. Reading your post gave me the willies!! I’m goose-pimpled all over and the itty-bitty hairs on my face all stood up.
I thought I was the only one on the planet. I’m not now! I’m not!! hugs arachnidlove
I’m afraid of deep, black water. I had a mild panic attack while watching “Finding Nemo,” when the fish dive deep and encounter that scary fish with the light attached to its head (you know what I’m talking about?). I had to close my eyes and remind myself that the fish could breathe down there to calm myself down (it didn’t occur to me to remind myself that I was watching a cartoon :rolleyes :).
Pictures of deep water bother me, too. When I was a kid, I had a science book that contained a sort of cross-diagram of the ocean, showing what types of sea creatures lived at what depths and such. The picture showed a tiny fishing boat floating at the top to give you an idea of the scale of just how deep 5 miles of water really is. I’d get sick to my stomach looking at that picture…just thinking of it now makes me shudder.
I previewed, I swear. sob
Since I’m here, I’ll add that I’ve taken boats across the Mediterranean and Irish Seas and have been fine…I think it’s just the image or the concept of black water that scares me. But I would never sail in a tiny fishing boat out over the ocean, no way.