Fear that I’ll finally open myself up to someone completely, that I’ll finally let all the BS go, and the guise of strength will disappear, and he’ll be disgusted with how weak I am, compared to how strong I pretend to be.
That people will find out how crazy I am, and desert me.
Rape is a huge, gigantic fear. I honestly don’t know if I’d want to live afterward. I never walk down a street at night without it being in the forefront of my mind. In Burlington, VT, mind you. It has contributed a lot to:
An irrational fear of men. I just don’t understand you all. I don’t understand how you think, how you make connections. And if, by some occurance, I can communcate with a man, and form a relationship, I always bail out due to #1.
I have issues with trust. The first 8 years of school I had were hell, people I called friends one day would gang up in a playground taunting the next. I’ve never been able to trust anyone outside of my family completely.
Hmmm…I’ll probably come up with some more tomarrow.
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
This is somewhat related to the whole ocean/deep water thing.
I am absolutely freaked out by being in the water next to a big ship, like a super tanker or something. I don’t know what it is but the thought of all the metal beside me, above me and below me freaks me out. Actually, I think it is the fear of being sucked into the prop wash and chopped into little pieces. Obviously, Titanic did nothing to help with this fear. I know it is completely irrational and probably will never happen, but still scares me.
Amen to that, PunditLisa. I didn’t know what fear was until I had kids. Now reading or seeing anything where a young child is harmed makes me feel physically ill.
Accordians(really!)The sound sucking and wheezing makes me struggle to breathe and I have to leave.
I’m terrified when people start conversations about parents, siblings and close relatives, they usually try to get me to talk and I get evasive till it gets pried out of me.I have none and was raised in state care.I usually try to blend into the background if I can.
You can see the recoil of people as they innocently hit the a vulnerable spot.That brings such conversations to a big stop and I feel rotten for spoiling their fond recollections.
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Do not wait for the last judgement-It takes place every day CAMUS-The Fall
I’ve always told people my entire life that I’m not afraid of anything…and this was always true. I’m not afraid of heights, I don’t fear oceans, cows and monsters in the night never got to me, and insects and reptiles don’t even scare me. I’ve never feared losing my parents (its inevitable), never had nightmares, fatal accidents and claustrophobia never bothered me either. Things that happened in my childhood haven’t affected me as a young adult, and I have no emotional or social fears that I’m aware of. Basically I’ve always considered myself a well-rounded fearless person and I usually snicker at things that scare others.
Lately though, as I’ve gotten older …one thing, only one has started to scare me, make that scares the living hell out of me and it terrifies me to the very core of who I am.
That fear is simple:
That no matter what I accomplish, no matter how famous I manage to become, that regardless of how smart I may be, no matter what I learn, where I travel, what I see, what I write, what I experience, what I believe, what I stand for, what I acquire in my lifetime, what I feel, who I love, what I design, what I build, no matter how many people know me, no matter how many people remember who I was, no matter how many lives I touch, regardless of anything and everything that I ever do, sense, think, or touch in this life…
No one will ever truly know what it meant to be me…
-SS
Lazy bastards always make it easier for the lazier bastards to get special treatment for being useless…how else do you explain American law?
I dislike bees so much that I could feel one on my leg. The reason I dislike them makes a perfect Freudian story. When I was four years old my grandmother was standing in a field and she opened her arms and wanted me to come to her. I walked towards her and got stung badly. Ever since then I can’t even stand the thought of them. I don’t like honey because of my fear. Irrational, you bet. Excuse me while I leave the room and scratch my imaginary bites.
Dead bugs. Sometimes windowsills collect dead bugs, and for some reason this really creeps me out. I’d honestly rather have a live wasp in my room than a dead one.
``You’re just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird.’’ – Tori Amos.
I agree with Enoch. I’ve looked out the window on a dark night and imagined how terrifying it would be to have a face suddenly appear. Then thinking about scares me even more than the face probably would.
The thing that really scares me is the supernatural. I’m a very cynical person, and the rational part of my mind says that all that hocus-pocus/witch/ghost/boogie-man/demon stuff is just a load of crap. But get me in a dark room, and every now and then I start entertaining the possibility that all that crap could be real. The next thing you know, I’m curled up in a ball, moaning softly, screaming “Sweet Jesus! What was that?” at every noise. Every now and then, it just FEELS possible, even though the lucid, sane part of my brain tells me it’s crap.
Oh, and clowns. Creepy men in make-up.
Today I was in the dorms when a friend came in the room and was like “Tim. Come here, NOW.” I thought I had done something and he was pissed at me. When I came into his room, he handed me a paper towel and said “Spider. Kill it. Please.” He is a built guy, but was so afraid of a tiny, tiny spider that he had to have me kill it for him.
I have a few of my own. If I don’t have shoes on, I cannot bend my ankles or feet for fear of the tendons or ligaments snapping. It’s tough.
If I’m not swimming in a pool, if it’s a lake or creek or something, I have to wear shoes. God only knows what’s down there.
There’s this place near my house where they built a city lake. Metcalf road used to run right through it, but instead of building a bridge over the new lake, they just flooded the road and built one to go around it. Nothing creeps me out more than the idea that there is a paved road running under this lake. Ugh.
I’m going to the Lake of the Ozarks for the summer, but I’m going to have to wear shoes. I can’t swim in the lake either, just ski or jet ski. It’s just too creepy to think that there used to be whole cities and towns and farms and roads and building under there, covered by hundreds of feet of water, now. Ugh. Imagine how many people and animals died when they flooded the area, and are still down there. Caught in an otherworldly underwater land, with dead trees, old mailboxes, cars, and tools. Dead people, people who didn’t make it out in time, bobbing against the roof of their living room. Ugh. Can’t stand to think of it.
–Tim
You can’t accidently create a handicapped baby whilst smoking pot. - Coldfire
I’m embarrassed to admit…mice. Too cliche, I know, but I’m terrified of them, dead or alive, pets or wild. Totally unrational. Also heights. But no one has mentioned, with the fear of heights: afraid of falling or jumping? I’m afraid I’ll jump, also irrational to the extreme. I’d never walk across the Golden Gate for fear I’d talk myself into it.
But what if the guy playing it says, “I KISS YOU!”?
I’m afraid of losing control of my car on the freeway.
“His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”
I meant one eyebrow extending across the entire forehead, but really I was just trying to break up the tension a little bit. It’s hard to imagine anyone really being afraid of puppies, but I suppose there are a few.
I guess I’d have to admit that spiders and most insects kind of creep me out a quite a bit, but my philosophy is more along the lines of “keep away from me so I don’t have to squish the living crap out of ya.” Of course, actually communicating this message to other species is, well, somewhat difficult. I think it’s the surprise factor more than anything. I can calmly squash a spider I notice in the corner, but to suddenly find one crawling on my arm is enough to freak me out… And the last girl I dated at one time wanted to be an arachnologist and has a spider collection. “Um, oh, that’s nice…”
I must also admit I’m not fond of deep water, heights, or thinking about alien abduction when I’m alone in the middle of the night, but those fears are minimal and probably pretty normal.
Realistically, my greatest fear is probably public speaking, and that even extends into social interaction when dealing with groups of unfamiliar people. And I used to completely lock up around pretty women, as in “Abort, Retry, Fail?” Fortunately I’m getting better…
You all are just making me think of more fears that I have.
dragonlady, I know exactly what you mean about a fear of jumping. Ever since I was really little, I’ve gotten the urge to jump off ledges, etc. I actually launched myself off the top of the stairs a few times as a kid. When I was young enough to be wearing one of those baby sleepers without any feet (kind of like a bag with a hole for the head to come out), I used to jump out of the crib onto the floor. Today, when I get too close to any edge (bridge, cliff, 2nd floor of a mall) I have the urge to leap. It’s not that I want to hurt myself…it’s just an overwhelming need to fly into the air. It’s so tempting that I’m scared I won’t have the willpower to stay where I am.
Rilchiam…I have a fear of losing control of my car, but only on bridges. I think it’s sort of connected to the leaping off high places thing. I’m almost tempted to drive off the edge, but I’m also scared that I will. Those barriers they put up do not look like they’d stop a car going 50 mph. I bet none of you are going to sign up for a cross-country trip with me anytime soon.
Ok, if you want to invitate, I will stay your home. But I’m not a nice nude model!
“His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”
We go to Hilton Head, SC every year for vacation. And I have developed an irrational fear of alligators ever since I saw a 7 footer walking across the parking lot to get to another pond. My youngest daughter is so tiny that I can imagine one sneaking up on her and WHAP! dragging her into the water. I believe a gator on land is no match for an hysterical mother, but once in the water…
