Outliving any of my children.
You need one of those gadgets they advertise on tv…I’m blanking on the name right now, but it’s the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” device. I think it comes in a necklace or wrist band and you push some emergency button on it and they send help to you.
As for my fears:
Any type of crawling insect.
That my body will outlive my brain (I’ve instructed friends and family to trip over the life support cords on their way out of visiting me in the nursing home).
Vice President Palin.
Life Alert.
Space aliens. However, I’m usually only frightened of them between 1:00 and 2:00 am in the morning. The rest of the time I either don’t care or don’t believe.
Heights, and crossing high bridges. I just can’t do it–my muscles froze up once when I tried to go over the Taos Gorge bridge. And believe me, I really tried.
Clowns. Evil clowns are okay, they’re no more scary than any other psychopath.
It’s the ones that seem happy and jokey and funny, but they’re really just a person all dressed up in weird clothing for some obscure reason and CONCEALING that they must be a freakin’ psychopath, and any moment they’re going to chop us all up. :eek:
I hate clowns.
Perhaps console yourself by reflecting on how much waste effort, heartache and bullshit-tolerance is involved in making any kind of a positive difference in the world.
I guess saying I’m afraid of “organization” is really just my way of saying that at age 42 I am too cynical to get my “A” game on for life every goddamn day.
What I am really, REALLY afraid of is that unless I learn to choke down a lot more shit than I can currently tolerate, do pointless make-work with a smile and ask for more, I will pay the price of cynicism: living and dying alone, with just things and no people for consolation.
That’s it for me. I wake up in the middle of the night every night thinking about this. And dying.
bees, wasps
falling off the edge of a building
being trapped in an elevator
waking to find I am the only human left on earth
my post being mentioned in the snarkpit
Nothing has me lying in bed at night full of worry, but I do fear bugs (any kind), injury, dying, and the possibility that with the recent stupidity over the economic crises that the world may be exiting the age of capitalism for a long time.
And whenever I read threads like these I get the feeling that someone is behind me.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
A short list of my odd and irrational fears:
[ul][li]Balloons (water balloons are fine)[/li][/ul][ul]
[li]Umbrellas[/li][/ul][ul]
[li]Opening snailmail[/li][/ul]
Having to take care of my mother and the Grandparents from Hell at the same time.
I solve it by fattening my piggibank.
If the situation ever does come up for real, I may need to solve it by breaking said piggibank and emigrating to Australia without leaving a contact address. You Ozzies still got room for a good SAP consultant, Operations modules? I can also work as a lab tech, or teach Spanish!
PS: The Handmaid’s Tale is very scary indeed. Also Farenheit however-many, the one about burning books.
I don’t fear balloons in general, but I hate the feeling of waiting for someone to pop one–or any other sudden, loud noise.
I’m better than I used to be. I used to be bothered by cans of refrigerated crescent rolls. 
Thunder and Lightening - it’s loud and ominous.
anything with more than 9 or more legs - centipedes and millipedes and anything crawly and gross. I didn’t use to like spiders but I’m cool with them now.
Snakes - the way they move creeps me the f*ck out.
Butterflies - yes, butterflies. My cousin has this fear as well. I don’t like the fluttering. It’s not like I go running and screaming but I’d rather they not land on me. They do look pretty when they are just sitting down on something other than me.
I have two phobias, spiders and heights (actually, to be more correct, depths).
Anything else I’m cool with.
My mother dying. (I know she will die one day, but for the love of god, please let it not be some day soon).
My father getting Alzheimers. This isn’t an if so much as a when. His father, grandfather, and uncle all had it, starting around their late 60s. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if he got it at 65. and he’s 58 now. Which is scary as all hell.
Seeing any of my family in pain. I could handle torture (maybe). Watching my family get tortured? I’m almost crying just thinking of it.
Also, anything with more than four legs. Must die now. Even ladybugs, lightning bugs, and any other “cute” bugs.
Had a conversation yesterday about exploring underwater caves and how fascinating that would be. Ah, no. That’s something you couldn’t pay me to do. I’d rather go hang gliding naked than be underwater in a cave. A movie scene that makes my hyperventilate: Kill Bill II, in which The Bride wakes up and realize she’s been buried alive.
In a similar vein, being paralyzed or otherwise incapacitated with the execption of a fully-functioning mind.
Claustrophobia! It’s closer than you think.
Falling downstairs is gaining in fear-popularity. Seems to be an age-related concern, since I never thought about it until I turned 40.
Spiders. Still! I can deal with the little ones but a wolf spider flips me out every time.
Earthquakes. I was in a minor one once and it scared me so much, I haven’t gotten over it 20 years later.
I have lots of family in Northern California and those 2 weeks a year I head out there are nightmarish for me. I’ve been thinking about ow I can get out of going next summer.
Even here in Tucson, with almost no danger from earthquakes, I lie in bed and imagine how horrible it would be to be trapped in rubble and I …
Can’t even finish… too horrifying.
It can get scary to be overtaken at 200MPH by two-wheeled vehicles every four seconds.
Edit: On a Mountain, in thick fog.
As far as I’m concerned, you hit the nail on the head.
I often think that we women enjoy our “liberated” status precisely because men allow us to do so.
Seriously, I am not trying to start an argument, but if they REALLY wanted to, men, by virtue of being simply bigger and stronger, could bust us back to concubine/housekeeper/breeder roles if they really wanted. Yeah, there might be a war first; but if they really wanted to, they could.
Unlikely, but it scares me bigtime if I think about it.
Maybe somebody can tell me I’m wrong, and why, and make me feel better??
Because subjugating people takes a whole lot of work and the men of today aren’t vigilant enough to hold the sisters down. There exist too many distractions like porn and video games.