Horses. Completely irrational and I have no good reason why, besides the fact that they’re large, increadibly skittish animals with brains the size of a superball with weird bulgy eyes and giant teeth that wish me no small amount of pain and death.
I’m cool with going to the race track or even driving past a horse ranch, but if I ever had to be in close proximity to one I might have to shoot it. With an RPG. Repeatedly.
Not my kind of movie anyway, but I appreciate the warning. I wish someone would have warned me about that movie The Messengers. Oy. Lots of bird action.
That little bitch from The Ring
Oh man, I hate these too. Especially the ones with the counterweighted eyelids that close when you lay them down and open when you sit them up. Those eyelids slowly pulling back to reveal flat, dead irises…arrgggh. :eek:
Oh god…::shudder:: I’m talky Tina and I’m going to KILL you.
I also hate roaches and insects of all kinds. Also, spiders.
My girlfriend’s daughter has a 3 foot tall Barbie doll, it creeps me out a bit.
Those are plastic, right? The old-timey ones with the porcelain faces are much worse. You just KNOW that one is going to eat you while you sleep. And you know that inside that pouty little mouth are rows of needle-like teeth.
Getting to my new job and being a complete idiot.
He’ll say “Now we turn this acid into an aldehyde and then to a alkyne.”
And I’ll say, “Oh, how do you turn this acid into an aldehyde?”
And he’ll give me a look while thinking, “Your recommendations were stellar, but your an idiot.”
Then there’s the possibility that I could suddenly be requires to teach Advanced Organic (Even though I’m not a professor) and I’ll get in front of the students and have brain freeze.
Of course all my books and notes are in storage so I can’t study. AAAARRRRGGGHHH
Failure.
I totally shouldn’t say this here, I know it’s odd but uh…do you remember those Cricket dolls? My cousin had one. They are like those Teddy Ruxpin dolls where you put a tape in their back and they speak. Their mouth mouth moves while they sing, speak, channel the devil, whatever.
We had a bad experience with her Cricket doll moving on her own. Its own? Ugh…that link is giving me major heebie jeebies. Oh mommy hold me…
Alzheimer’s Disease, and failing memory in general. My grandparents on my father’s side had a life-long happy marriage, with 4 wonderful kids. They did everything together, and when there was nothing to do they were more apt to play cards and chit-chat with each other than watch TV. When my grandfather died and left my grandmother alone, I thought that must be the loneliest feeling in the world. But, just a few years later, when on most days my grandmother couldn’t even remember that she ever had been married, and couldn’t recognize her own children and thought they were creepy strangers trying to meddle in her life and swindle her - my god how lonely that must have felt.
And it runs in my family. And my memory has always been pretty poor as-is.
Gee, thanks. Now I’m going to have to sleep with the lights on for a week.
Oh yeah I forgot about that one. This one is an actual problem in my life. I want to do things that I find interesting and fun but I don’t because I’m afraid of failing or people making fun of me for sucking. Like playing music. Most of my friends know at least one instrument and they get together and play for funa nd do gigs at friends parties. I’ve had a guitar and keyboad for at least 7 years now and I only know about 4 chords and one scale. My friends always bug me to practice so that we can play together and I tell them I’m working on it and then I go home and pick up the guitar for about 5 minutes and then put it back down. I get annoyed at myself for not trying to learn.
And Cluricaun mentioned horses. I have a slight fear of any animal that could take me down and kill me. Big dogs, horses, cows, whales, and pretty much any animal half as big as I am. Even though I know horses and cows will run away if I sneeze near them. I know that because my grandpa had a farm with cows and horses when I was younger. I wasn’t scared of them then though.
And that is why I am a cat person. Because even if I was sleeping and my cat went batshit insane and attacked me I know I could take her bitch-ass down. I also politely remind her of that fact several times a week just in case she gets any ideas. 
I had to sleep my cousin’s house w/out any lights on with that doll in it…I win.
On a mundane level, I’m terrified of bugs. Rodents, amphibians and reptiles don’t bother me one whit, but roaches and crickets freak me right the fuck out. I can’t even bring myself to kill them - if there’s a cricket in my home and I’m alone, the best I can do is trap it under a bucket or a trashcan (crying hysterically the whole time) and wait for someone to come over and kill it for me. I’m also claustrophobic and often have nightmares about being trapped in a building that is slowly, imperceptibly shrinking.
For something a bit more esoteric, I’m terrified of going crazy. I’m not exactly mentally stable as it is, but the thought of an acute psychotic break scares the bejeezus out of me. I’m scared that I’m going to develop schizophrenia, have all the attendant delusions and hallucinations, and NOT KNOW. The movie A Beautiful Mind left me a bawling, gibbering mess.
On an even more grand scale, I’ve been realizing lately that my life is full of fear. There are so many things that I don’t do out of fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of discomfort. Fear of making a fool of myself. Fear of making the wrong decision. Instead of living I sit home, comfortable in my misery and isolation. I’m fighting it, but even the fighting is scary. :rolleyes:
I’m afraid of the ocean too. To the point that I have difficulty watching ocean stuff on TV. And I’m afraid for the same reason…I’m literally a drop in the bucket! That movie “Open Water” made me sick.
The ocean never bothered me, but lakes scare the crap out of me. Just a big pool of stagnant water with everything covered with some ugly brown algae or whatever. Who knows what the fuck is down there. And not like two miles down there either. I’m talking about like 20 feet!
You and I obviously have different definitions of “win.”
I like you. Come, let us dance like children of the night. And doll burnings.
Apparently, you’ve never seen this episode of the Avengers.