Specifically the 400 Series in Ontario - I’m getting okay on the 400 (3 lanes) but haven’t worked up the courage to go on the 401 (many lanes) yet. I haven’t tried any US Interstates yet, I leave all the rental car road trip driving to my experienced and confident husband.
I also get knots in my stomach when my Nana doesn’t answer her door or phone quickly enough for my liking - she’s crowding 90 and still lives alone in her house.
Bridges.
I had to go over this fucker twice a year ago. It was a I white-knuckle ride, and I wasn’t even driving.
It’s called HartBeat - it’s about the most inoffensive show imaginable. A bit like Bob Ross for kids.
So it’s not like I was watching “Shark Attack on the High Seas” before the lesson… just this nice, fluffy painting and craft show. 
Public speaking used to do it, but after doing that a lot, I got over it. Job inteviewing bothered me at first but now its a piece of cake. I don’t know if I have overcome all my things that do it, but I really can’t think of anything now.
If I know I have to drive somewhere I’ve never been and I have a deadline for getting there.
When trying to think about it I realized that not too much makes me feel nervous. When I lived further north, running into things that could kill me without any human ethics made my stomach turn a bit–but never to the point of losing my ability to think my options and actions through rationally. On that note, performing certain dangerous tasks would make me feel that way as well.
I’ve never had problem meeting new people, speaking in public, interviewing, driving, learning new things… I don’t have any phobias, I don’t mind being confrontational if the situation calls for it. Basically, I guess, the only real thing would be a life or death situation.
Seeing someone handle firearms negligently. Even if it’s in a movie and I know it’s a prop gun and couldn’t possibly discharge, seeing someone spin a pistol around their finger, or point it at someone else, or at themselves. I can’t watch it.
One of the Sherlock finales had that - he actually scratches his head with the gun. I mean, he’s totally stressed out and this is how they depict it, but every time I watch it I try to see if his finger’s on the trigger.
It doesn’t make me “twistingly nervous” but I am always aware of it.
I’ve been doing theater stuff off and on for the past 7 years or so, and most of the things that people would find scary don’t bother me in the slightest. Loud dangerous saws? Eh. Being up in a genie with no outriggers? Eh. Performing in front of hundreds of people? Eh. Presenting designs to the director? Eh. Being chewed out by patrons or bosses? Eh.
Electric shock? …fuck me. If I have any reason to believe that a piece of metal might have current running through it, I cannot bring myself to touch it with my bare hands, even if I see other people doing the same thing. Freaks the shit right out of my ass.
Mmm, pistol whip.
Public speaking. I can’t even make announcements to the waiting room of the doctor’s office that I work in. I just can’t.
Electric shocks. I make my kids plug things in. 
Going to court. It’s a good thing I’m not a criminal, because I literally canNOT go to court. The first time I ever had to go was for my separation, many years ago. Stomach was freaking out. Then, the second time, a few years ago, was for a traffic ticket. I went to the court, but I was freaking out so much, that I couldn’t go in. Then I was on the lam. It ended up costing me a lot more than it would have if I had just gone in and dealt with it. Now I just don’t do anything illegal, ever, because I can’t go to court. Can’t.
I remember that scene.
It definitely makes me “twistingly nervous”, so much that I physically squirm in my chair when I see it. My wife finds it amusing, anyway!
Job interviews make me sick to my stomach. I get serious anxiety, can’t sleep, and am generally a horrible person to be around for several days before an interview. And it’s much worse if I have to meet with more than one person at a time.
Driving on snow and ice also makes me incredibly nervous. Good thing I live in Wyoming.
Being called into the boss’s office. Even though I generally do an exemplary job, according to my reviews. I always fear they’re calling me in to fire me, or call me on the carpet. Since (except for internet usage) I rarely do anything that could be considered an error or violation of policy, I’m always feeling like the rug is going to be swept out from under my feet.
Probably from the one time I was fired, and it came as a total shock. I actually thought I was getting an award or something, because I’d made bonus goals several quarters in a row. It’s like some PTSD thing.
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Flying on commercial aircraft. My flying phobia combined with being stuck in one place for too long combined with my inability to sleep on a plane even when I didn’t have the phobia make any flight over an hour a really horrible thing for me to anticipate. I start getting physically ill a day or two in advance.
Welcome to the Eastern Shore! I’ve had a few beers drifting on a boat under those bridges…
Having to ask for something. Literally anything from asking for a favour from a friend to getting a store employee to grab something from a locked cabinet usually makes me hesitate a little bit.
The consequences of being found out.
Not sure if I do anything at the moment that is bad enough to be “found out” but it still frightens me sometimes. Actually, being falsely accused occasionally crosses my mind and frightens me too.
I also dislike heights, dangerous dogs, creepy crawly spiders, and tightly crowded spaces, but they’re so common they should barely get a mention.
Conflict with other people. Even on the internet. I can’t relax until it’s resolved in some way, even if it means I have to apologize. Even when I know I’m right, I can’t stand it. Election season is always hell.
I never used to get nervous about flying until recently. Last June we were on a flight to Paris when we experienced the worst turbulence I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been flying regularly ever since I was 10 and a bit of bumpiness doesn’t faze me, but this was terrifying. At one point the plane dropped so suddenly that it felt like I’d left my stomach behind - you know that feeling you get on roller coasters? I was convinced we were going to die.
Anyway, after that flight, a month later we had to take a flight back to Seoul, and every time the plane got a bit shaky my stomach twisted in anxiety.
