Fanatics and extremists or anyone else who appoint themselves to run others’ lives. To the leftie extremists, all I have to say is I can decide for myself what I want to eat and where I will buy my clothes and what causes I will spend money on, and no, I’m not an ignorant yahoo who needs to be hauled off to a re-education camp because my beliefs don’t coincide with yours.
To the right wing extremists, no, you don’t need to decide for me who I will have sex with or when or in what orifice. And I don’t need anyone censoring libraries or music or TV to make everything safe for six year olds.
And my mother’s gotten so paranoid and self righteous lately she’s starting to scare me. She’s apparently convinced my Dad has it in for her and when I point out how she frequently starts arguments with my father she insists that she was being reasonable and my father started the whole thing. When we point out that this is not the case she just says we aren’t remembering properly. Trying to reason with her is like trying to reason with Mussolini–I ended a conversation tonight just telling her I hoped she got help. Now I’m worried it may be an early sign of alzheimers.
Those stairs, the ones without the back so you can look through them? If I’m alone, and it’s dark, I can’t walk up them. I have to run, or something is gonna reach through and grab me.
I’m 33, and the damn things still scare the hell out of me. I’m ok in the dark, but I can’t combine it with backless stairs.
If I walked into Michael Jackson in a dark alley, I would shit myself. Oh and skinheads ala Romper Stomper. GWB - i’d just want to punch him (wouldnt though, cause i’m not violent :))
Aww, TJay, I saw Eddie running around on stage circa 1984 or so, and he was quite comical looking. It was obviously an extra-large costume fitted onto a guy so that the man inside only came up to Eddie’s waist. So naturally the top half of Eddie was lifeless and just swaying back and forth. He ain’t nothing to fear, TJay, no matter how scary he looked on the album covers.
Scary to me is all those women writing letters to Scott Peterson. That’s scary. And like Lizard said, I’m left wondering, “Why in hell could I never get a date?”
Ohyesohyesohyes! I think this is part of a whole set of fears for me- basically fear of what is really close that I can’t see. I’m not afraid of the dark in a closed room, but out in the open, whooo
also walking in the woods at night- I thought I had gotten over it but two weeks ago I went to a ‘party’ at night at a golf course and to get there we had to walk about 2 miles on a trail, and whenever we passed through a clump of trees I started shaking (literally) and whimpering a little. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t alone or that I was in the middle of a city, I just got terrified. ditto on the backless stairs thing, also water when I can’t see the bottom, and this was for years before I saw ‘Jaws’.
also, and more real-life oriented, (inspired by Cruktar )when cars slow down behind me when I am walking along the sidewalk… Usually they are just turning or something, and I used to think I was stupid for it, but a month ago a guy in his late 20’s pulled over his SUV, got out and started talking to me, edging really close. I was stuck because there wasn’t a break in traffic and I couldn’t cross the road, and going away from him meant going back to my house where there was no one home anyway. I kept telling him to leave me alone, but even after I crossed the street he got back in his car and started driving slow to follow me. Luckily there was too much traffic and he had to leave.
Just writing about it is making me shake. Nothing even happened to me physically, but just the way he was able to isolate me on a busy street (cars, not pedestrians) really got to me. The weirdest thing was that after I got across the street I yelled to him and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, he replied, “well, I didn’t think you were a prostitute or anything, don’t be offended, I just wanted to talk!”
To me this was a very strange thing to say. first of all, that he thought I was a prostitute never crossed my mind, and also that he thought he could put my mind at ease by assuring me that he thought no such thing… sorry for the looooong post on such a neat little topic, but once I thought of the guys in cars thing I felt I had to explain. BTW, nothing has ever jumped out of the dark and done me harm, but my SO has delighted for years in hiding for me behind doors and such. I nearly always fall for it, and my reaction cracks him up. sigh.
Laura Bush. I’m sure she’s really a lovely person, but she’s got that “one eye larger than the other” thing that a lot of horribly crazy people have. Oh, and I’m very intimidated by packs of well-groomed teenage girls, due to my high school geekdom.
Well, going against the tide…I’m not afraid of any particular dem, they just make me sad.
The people who scare me, besides those that dress as clowns, are those who habitually show a lack of concern about the danger they put others into. Drunk drivers; people who drive recklessly while talking on the phone or to passangers, people who leave their little kids alone in a house or car or just let toddlers wander around in stores where they could get into anything or be snatched; people who start riots at sporting events or concerts; people that start “innocent” fires in the woods that end up burning up hundreds of acres of woods and people’s homes; people who deliberately go against safety regulations… You know, folks who in their day to day lives do things that could get others hurt or killed, yet never stop to think of the consequences. That’s pretty scary. At leave evil people are going out of their way, you know?
As for non-people, I’m afraid of bridges, and terrified of strong winds. Make of that what you will.
Am I alone here? Linda Blair, people, Linda Blair. I saw The Exorcist when I was 10 and didn’t sleep voluntarily that entire summer. It took me 7 years to be able to watch it again. But that is one scary little girl. I believe that film has bred deep psychological issues within me that have caused me to not want to have female children.
[hijack]A while ago I posted to this thread and have been periodically checking back to find out what people have said. Every single person has said they were afraid of a person (or group). I start thinking to myself…WTF is going on? Then just today I see the key word in the thread title…who:smack:
The receptionist at my doctors office… first the lady says I have no health insurance… I tell her that I’m with Cigna and I’ve been a Patent before with them… she says that they don’t have Cigna on file and I need a card and a phone number for them… Hello? you don’t have your own provider’s number? What kind or fscking doctor’s office are you? I come back with all my info and I get to the window and one lady asks her what are we going to do with me? She replies I think we’ll torture him for a while…
Oooookkkaayy??? I’m here at the doctors office to get better people! Joke or not, if you’re a receptionist you should be fired for this.
And seeing as I am a grown-up now (I’m 40 something), I mean ‘big’ in a very physical rather than a chronological sense (although she IS still older than me…funny that!)
Just the mention of her name sends shivers down my spine. She has scared the shite out of me since I was a little tacker, and even though I haven’t made contact with her in many years, there is always the threat of upcoming weddings and funerals where I will have to be in her presence.
She is one, hellishly scary person. One of these days I’ll overcome my fears…probably at HER funeral…bwahahaha.
