There’s a new commercial out for Sprite that absolutely creeps me out. There’s an outdoor neighborhood basketball court and, as guys jump on/shoot baskets, whatever, as they hit the “ground”, it turns into water/a pool. Kind of cool, one would think. Uh, uh…my mind automatically follows through to what would happen to their bodies as they hit actual concrete. I have to look away. I can’t make my brain stop it! Didn’t explain that very well, but, if you’ve seen the commercial, maybe it makes sense!
I refuse to see a male OB/GYN, actually. I much prefer a woman to be the doctor for my girly bits. I think of it the same way I think of a car…I wouldn’t take my car to a mechanic who had never driven before and whose only knowledge of vehicles was what he learned in books, so why would I let someone who has no idea what it is like to have a vagina tell me what is or isn’t normal for my hoo-ha? (I know, they have lots of training and have examined other women before, yadda yadda. It doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather have a woman as my OB/GYN.)
Oh, this creeped me out just reading it. This, and looking up at an empty, empty sky…horrible feelings. I also don’t like being out on a boat and not being able to see land.
And add me to the “masses of bugs” list. ::shudder::
Being pregnant.
Well, I wasn’t constantly creeped out the whole time I was pregnant or anything, but every now and then, I’d think to myself “holy shit, there’s an entire human being inside of me” and get a major case of the willies. Then I’d force it out of my mind for a while.
It’s been over six years since I gave birth, and I still have flashbacks. ::shuddder::
Religious statues, specifically the saints one would find in a Catholic church. I was raised Catholic, and went to Catholic school for two years. Attendance at mass was mandatory, and I dreaded the days when we had to go to mass because the church we attended had a huge wooden crucifix over the altar with Jesus covered in blood. Also there were plenty of little niches containing statues of saints, lit only by votive candles. To a child, that was pretty creepy. To this day, I prefer the more modernist churches, because they are more airy and well-lit, and there are fewer chances of turning a corner and finding a statue of the Virgin Mary with her heart exposed. :eek: :o
Sometimes, that thought will pop in my head about the split second before I know I’m going to die, and blackness sits in. That’s fucking creepy. Knowing after that, there’s nothing. That everything you ever knew, learned, loved, hated, cherished, understood and misunderstood, or if you were ever creeped out by something… it all fades away.
You’re the second person I hear about with this phobia. The first was a friend’s mother (even though in her case it was all statues), and I had assumed it was pretty unique.
I was once walking along a river next to a grove of bamboo-like trees and from out of nowhere I’m surrounded by a flying bug I’ve never seen before. they were over 2 inches long and went right for me. they didn’t sting or anything but it was a scene from the Alfred HitchCock movie"Birds". I just started running and waving my arms.
Also had what I believe is one of these boring wasps in my house once. It was over 6 inches long and looked like a b17 flying fortress. I freaked out and would have destroyed the house trying to kill it. I swear it sounded like a multi-engine aircraft. they may be one and the same bug.
Monkeys and apes. YUCKO…greasy, scary, creeping looking things.
I hate dragonflies, they’re kinda cool when you look onto the “stream” of them, but I swear they have HIGHWAYS, and God help you if you happen to be standing in the middle of their road whenever they decide to show up on their migration path (or whatever that is when they move in giant 5 minute long constant streams of extreme bugginess).
I’m not afraid of them, but it’s annoying as hell to get out of the way by the time the first one hits you in the head (this, of course, has never happened to me, but I’ve witnessed it. If it HAD happened to me I’d probably be terrified of them right now)
Deep water, but with a huge ship in it. Like the thought of being overboard for some reason and the ship is right next to you and then probably is going to run over you. Aauuuuuggghhhhhh.
I am also saying deep water.
Makes NO sense. I have been a life-long water rat. I was a competition swimmer and a lifeguard who was raised on the ocean and once swam 4 miles across a lake on a dare. But not long after I moved to California, we took a trip to Lake Tahoe. Harmless, tideless, drinkable Lake Tahoe. We stopped out in the middle. I dove off the side of the boat to cool off, and looked up at it from underwater, and thought “This is so much cooler than the cloudy & salty Atlantic at the Jersey shore.” Then I looked down. The light filtered down into blackness, with the anchor my friends had thrown overboard floating in the nothing. . . it was pure unadulterated terror.
I tell ya-- I’ve been sucked out in a rip tide, rolled over in a breaker, stuck under a dock, in a pitch-black lap pool after a power failure, and had a live jelly-fish 4 inches from my face. Swimming has never inspired panic in me the way Tahoe did that day.
Now I insist we anchor where I can see the bottom.
(The scene in Titanic where dead Jack sinks to into blackness under the ocean is unwatchable and skin crawlingly creepy to me. I just didn’t know how much looking into a genuine watery void would affect me)
The fear of holes is known as trypophobia, I believe. I have heard that it is more likely to occur in individuals who are mildly autistic, but I have been unable to find any hard evidence to support that. I have tried looking around for more information on it but haven’t had much success.
High-pitched, frenetic violin playing creeps me out. I always change the radio station when a song with that is playing. Maybe a Hitchcock thing.
I see dead people.
But other then that all is good.
I was watching Galaxy Quest the other night and was reminded of how creepy I find the aliens (the good ones). I don’t know what it is, but they… well maybe not creep me out, but they make me very uncomfortable. Maybe almost an uncanny valley kinda thing. But I do like the movie (though it’s hard for me to take Keith Mars seriously if I’ve seen GQ recently).
Just experienced something that reminded me of this today - people that don’t smile. Casual, smile-filled conversation and they’re looking back at your with a perfectly straight mouth and those dead, great white shark eyes.
Yeah, I have a problem with handshakes too… when I’m in church, I try to avoid sitting near people just so I won’t have to shake their hands during the “sign of peace” part. I hate that part! If I get stuck, I always wipe my hand afterward.
When strangers stare - that’s really creepy… take a picture it lasts longer. No matter how long you try to gain my attention, I’m still going to be indifferent, so good luck with that. Oh, and leaches (I saw Stand by Me this week)
This thread is giving me the heebie-jeebies.
I’ll add a few of my own:
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[li]Vehicles in or near water. I’m blaming this one on Susan Smith, but I don’t like driving over water, nor do I like driving next to water. I damn near had a panic attack when I watched a truck reverse down an incline that disappeared into the water in a harbor near Oxnard, CA in order to launch the boat it was towing. Unnngghghgh.[/li][li]Water that I cannot see the bottom of. Oceans, lakes, night swimming with no pool light, bubble baths, doesn’t matter. [/li][li]That “light of Jesus” face that believers get when they’re witnessing in large numbers. It’s somewhere between smug, malicious and bovine and it sets off internal alarm bells.[/li][li]Deformities. I feel bad about this one, but I inwardly freak out when I see a missing leg/extra finger/large wart/clubbed foot/etc. I try to keep a handle on it, recognizing that these things often to belong to very decent people… but I’m screaming on the inside.[/li][li]The dead. Spefically, anything corpsey. In my mind, there is .00000002 seconds between someones heart stopping and their body beginning to rot, which brings me to[/li][li]Rotting flesh. AAAAAAGH.[/li][li]Anything that lays its eggs under skin is very high up on the “If encountered, kill myself at once” list. Bot flies, chiggers, etc.[/li][/ul]
Man, I feel light-headed.
My husband is ooged out by spiders, heights, wooden utensils and paper. :smack:
Well, it’s not quite a phobia, just something that kind of creeps me out. Photos of fetuses creep me out also, as do fetuses in jars. Oddly enough, I have no problem looking at ultrasounds of fetuses, maybe 'cause they’re in black and white. I also did not feel the heebie-jeebies while pregnant, only while thinking about giving birth, as I knew I’d be having a C-section from the start due to problems with fibroids, and I mostly dreaded the surgery (as in “OMG they’re gonna cut me open!!!1!!!”)
Also, for many years I could not stand to be in the same room as a Red Cross poster, or a first aid kit with the red cross on it. Maybe 'cause I always associated the Red Cross symbol with blood and disasters rather than the other good things the organization does, such as lifeguard training and CPR classes. I still dread my workplace’s twice-a-year blood drive, 'cause guess what’s gonna be all over the bulletin boards? That’s right, Red Cross “Give blood” posters! :eek:
I also don’t like when complete strangers touch me, as in, we just met and you’re already hugging me and touching my arm like we go way back. Err, no thanks, girl (or dude). On the other hand, I went dancing recently and did not mind the bodies of many strangers crushed against me for some reason. Maybe some part of my mind felt it was appropriate for the situation, I guess.