Weird fears
 

Share with us your deepest, weirdest fears. I don't mean like, darkness, or spiders, or any kind of legit fear. I mean weird shit.

I, for example, have a fear of a getting shit on by birds. Why? When I was a little boy, a bird shit on my when I was at my neighbor's birthday party, and I cried.

I also have a fear of manholes giving weigh and me falling ass first into a sewer.

Your turn!

I am horrified of clipping my fingernails, and I will never do it. Any time one needs shortening I use my teeth. Since I have no choice with my toenails, the process is excruciating. I put it off forever and when it finally comes time to Do It I make sure my feet have been soaking in warm water to soften the nail and then get the process over with as quickly as possible.

Probably quite common (or maybe not who knows), but I find it nerve wracking to approach a people i don't know who are clustered together in a group when I'm by myself.

I think that's called Agorophobia, or "fear of crowds"

Then what's the fear of the sky? Acrophobia?

I hate talking to people on the phone, it actually freaks me out and I have NO clue why. There are a few exceptions but it's my family and closest friends, everyone else is a no-go. It's quite sad really, I can't even order my own pizza :(

Snails. Snails freak me out. I see a snail and I'm like Jesus Fucking Christ there's a snail and I lock myself in my special snail shelter, it's just a big pile of salt. Once on bin night, I took out the trash™ and there was an ARMY OF SNAILS stuck under the bin lid. Rainy weather you see. I quickly closed the lid, pushed the wheelie bin out in front of oncoming traffic before crying in little more than my undies on the muddy grass while dragging jagged rocks down my arms.

Then I had lasagna!

I'm terrified of the the subway grates in New York City. I hate walking over them. I have this crazy fear that they'll break and I'll fall down it and possibly onto the subway tracks. In fact, it's like that for any sort of grate on the sidewalk. It's pretty crazy.

Dunno why, but I can never clean my own ears. I fear that I may as well puncture my tymphany membrane while doing so, though I know that'll never happen. I have my mom do it for me.

I'm also afraid of spiders. They creep me up.

I hate germs. Does that make me afraid of them? Sure, it does. I've had the most interesting room mates. They made me what I am.

I have a strange fear of things tipping over or falling off from high surfaces, then breaking catastrophically. One particular case of this was during sophomore year of college, when I set up my fan well away from the wall so that it wouldn't touch anything when it oscillated. I explained to my housemates, who never let me hear the end of it, that I was afraid the fan grille would be dislodged if it rubbed against the wall. What if the blade detached and flew around the room and killed me? It's funny to say it out loud, but I was seriously worried about the possibility.

I sometimes think about stairs and freeze. There's something about the thought that I might fall down the stairs that makes me shudder. It might be related to my fear of heights, but I think it's something else too. Maybe it's because I've often heard of people falling in the stairs and breaking some important bones, dying in the aftermath. I also have that same fear about falling in the shower. Go figure.

I am afraid of my fingernails/toenails popping off or getting ripped off. When I was a kid I tore off my big toenail with the front door and I've pretty much kept all of my nails super short ever since. The one time I tried to grow my fingernails out like all the other girls in junior high I ripped off a nail past the quick by accidentally getting it caught in the wall while making the bed.

I'm terrified of someone cutting my Achilles Tendon. It used to just be when I was getting into cars - I used to read books of scary stories that were based on urban legends and one of them involved a guy waiting under cars to cut people's Achilles Tendons. Over the years my fear has gotten so great that I almost never sit with my feet on the ground. If I can I put them up on the seats in front of me at movie theaters and in class I will. I even rest them on stuff around my desk and on my bags when I'm at the airport.

I'm also terrified of literally being stabbed in the back. Whenever anyone gets too close to my back it starts to freak out and I have to put a hand behind me and cover the entire central part of my back (which doesn't work very well because my hands are too small =[). I've been doing this since I was a child, too. Our back gate lead straight out into the alley and anytime I'd walk back to my house from the garage/back patio area I would have to walk along the path that lead from the back gate to the front gate.I was always terrified that one of the five bums in my town would come through the gate and stab me. =[

Agoraphobia is actually the fear of wide open spaces and Demophobia being the fear of large amounts of people in said spaces. What Ghodbane was talking about fits more with Enochlophobia, the straight up fear of crowds.

As for me, i have a few. I have a fear of spiders, and a slight fear of heights, which is funny that i'm a ropes instructor. Those are the normal ones.

My biggest one i'd say is a fear of natural bodies of water. The bigger they are, the worse it gets. I'm generally ok with lakes and rivers, but again, size matters. As soon as we start getting into seas and oceans i've been known to freeze. I can be in the water as long as i can touch the bottom, or if i'm within two arms lengths of other people, any further and i start to get edgy, and if i'm alone in the water i've panicked pretty hard. I chalk it up to my overactive imagination and all those movies i watched with big underwater monsters and stuff.

I have a fear of open doors. Always have had that. And a fear of large groups of people.
If I am in a loud, noisy area packed with people, I am likely to be very bothered.

I kinda know what you mean. I've never been *afraid* of phone calls, I've just never gotten any good at them. I never know what to say unless a topic has already been brought up, and other than that it's awkward silence. That's why I don't give my number out to many people, I'd much rather talk to them face-to-face.

You guys are going to laugh, but I've always had this weird fear of being surrounded by fish. You know, like when you go into a pet shop or pet department of a store and there's fish tanks on either side of you filled with all kinds of stuff swimming around? I can't explain it... maybe it's the odd, etherial floating some of the larger fish do, or maybe it's some weird form of claustrophobia of being surrounded by all these small creatures, but it's unnerving and I get all jumpy. I'm not afraid of fish in and of themselves, really, it's just situations like that.

I've got a fear of all my teeth falling out. No idea what that one's called. It's quite invasive but sometimes I can blank it out. I also have a fear of being pregnant (as opposed to getting pregnant). I worry that somehow I have been impregnated (lol) and that I will give birth. I say this one is particularly weird since my fear doesn't dissapate when I'm on my period =/

I have a fear of debt, actually. I can't stand the fact that I owe people money, namely, the government. I've got student loans to pay back, and my fear's actually working in my favor -- 'cuz I'm afraid of it, I'm paying much more than I have to every month, and my next bill isn't due until March '08.

I also fear being homeless. Not really the fact that I'm without a home, but what my daily life would be like if I had to do nothing but walk around to different places, being looked at by people who are most definitely thinking something about me. "Hey, that's a homeless guy." "He should get a job, then he'd be better off." "HAY LOOKIT THE ASSHAT!"

Oh, I know. I'm terrified of driving behind large trucks where the cargo doesnt seem quite tied down. I'm sure its all up to standards and all that. But if I see a truck with a bunch of logs on it, I'll quickly go around it, because I think a giant log could break loose, hit my car, and decapitate me.

Legit fear. O_O

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... eversince I was a kid. :(

They don't terrify me or anything. In fact, when I have to get one, the worst moment is the anticipation. It's not the pain or anything, just the idea of that thin, metallic thing, injecting stuff in you ...

In terms of normal fears I'm hydrofobic (fear of water). Not in the sense that I can't take a shower or a bath or be out in the rain. I just have a hard time in open bodies of water, and it doesn't really matter it could be a pool, pond, lake or the ocean as well. I think it stemmed from the fact that I fell through the ice as a kid.

In terms of weird fears, I actually have a fear to styrofoam. Its kind of funny I hate the actual sound and look of styrofoam, and anytime I see it I literally run. I don't think that there has been anything else that has made me want to run away as much as styrofoam does.

Fire alarms. I've always hated loud noises, for as long as I can remember. I chalk it up to my Asperger's, but regardless of its source, my distaste for aural bombardment knows no bounds.

It's marginally more tolerable when there's a loud noise I can clearly identify and track, such as an approaching ambulance or police car with sirens blaring, or thunder following a clearly-visible flash of lightning. At least I have time to mentally prepare and/or cover my ears.

But fucking fire alarms scare the shit out of me every goddamn time they go off. This is to the point that when I was in grammar school as a child and all my classmates looked forward to fire drills as a means of escaping the doldrums of classroom education, I dreaded them with a visceral sort of sense-raping trepidation the likes of which I cannot remember ever being inspired in me by anything else. Fire drills, you see, were both loud and unpredictable, and that was a bad, bad combination. Worse still was when the principal announced that one would be taking place sometime today. I'm honestly surprised I never had to bolt to the bathroom and vomit from the terror. Forget ever being able to learn anything in class for the rest of that day, though.

When walking through the halls, regardless of whether there was a scheduled sensory torture session fire drill, I would involuntarily move away from the wall, put my head down, pretend to scratch an itch nearby my ear on the side of my head nearest the wall, etc, whenever I passed by an alarm klaxon. I don't know what regulations were for schools, but I swear they had more of those things than they really needed. Couldn't they have just let some of the students burn to death for lack of proper warning? I think it actually got to the point where I would involuntarily go temporarily deaf when passing by them as my brain tried to spare itself the potential agony of being caught in close proximity to the alarm klaxon when it went off. Whatever it was, I kinda zoned out enough to be completely oblivious, for those few seconds it took me to enter what my mind considered "close proximity," pass by the klaxon, and reach minimum safe distance again, to just about any visual or aural stimuli that may have been present. My friends would try to get my attention but damned if I could hear them. I only know because they've said on multiple occasions that I was periodically semi-catatonic and that they eventually figured out it was only in the halls, and only whenever we'd pass a klaxon.

Got worse in college in the dorms, where the alarms were easily 3x louder than in my high school and after one Halloween wherein the system malfunctioned after my nerves were already shot from a fight with my psychotic then-girlfriend. I was walking through the halls to pick up a pizza and was directly beneath one of the Ear Rape Modules when the damn things shorted out again and blared their panic signal far and wide. After that, if ever there were a time when man could finally have achieved to will himself to pass through solid matter, it would have been when I was walking through the halls past the ERMs. I was this close to sinking into the floor and coming up again on the other side of the ERM, physics be damned.

I know the devices only exist to save lives, but goddamn, do they have to be so loud? Or can't they at least "rev up" for a second or two before reaching full volume and intensity?

I fear abrasive/scratchy stuff: coral, minerals, etc... for some weird reason I always imagine getting royally rubbed with that stuff.

Agreed. I ended up passing out one time when I was taking a blood test. It wasn't the blood rushing out of me that bothered me. It was the damn needle.

On top of that, I hate shots.

I also hate those shaver things that barbers use on you to trim your hair. Whenever they use it on the back of my neck, I always seem to cringe.

I seem to remember a news story about a guy in the Baltimore/DC area who was actually doing that in a mall parking lot several years ago. He may have just been hiding under there and then pulling people down to mug them though; I can't recall.

I'm not sure if you could really call it a full-blown fear or simply being way too self-conscious, but I'm often afraid of walking funny. I don't mean Ministry of Silly Walks funny either. It started back when I was in elementary school and a teacher asked me out of nowhere why I was walking with a limp. She was most likely going crazy from paint fumes (I swear that school had a seperate fund just for murals), but ever since then I've worried about unconsciously walking strangely. Of course focusing on it really does produce a strange walk, so I have to force myself to think about something else again. The thought never crosses my mind if I'm out with other people though.

Deserted narrow hallways make me paranoid even if they aren't very long. I always imagine something coming up from behind or lunging out of a doorway. Hell, for the first few months I lived in my apartment I didn't want to walk down the tiny hallway at night if the hall light was the only one turned on, because it gave the white walls an abandoned sanitarium feel. Doesn't help matters much that I discovered a very faded red spot on one side that resembled old blood after living here for about year.

A few more weird fears, mostly involving my ass. Bear with me...

I read a news story once that this woman was on the toilet, and there was A SNAKE in there that LUNGED UP AND BIT HER ON THE ASS. I've had that fear ever since.

A similar fear is whenever I kill a bee, I toss it in the toilet for future flushing. I've had this fear that the bee is going to come to life and sting the inside of my ass when I'm taking a dump.

I am terrified of the oven. I hate cooking, but when it comes to the oven, I'll put something in it, but I will not take anything HOT out of it. I used to be terrified of fire alarms. It's kinda funny actually. At my parents' old house both of my sisters slept in the same room with me. Anyway, we had this fire alarm that was on drugs, it would sound it's alarm every once in a while for NO reason. My parents taught us that when the fire alarm would sound, we were to open the french doors to our bedroom to the backyard, go over the fence and to the street, and lol, they told us to bang on the light pole and yell "fire." Sounds retarded huh? One night when I was like 13. I went to bed wearing only a sports bra and undies. The fire alarm sounded and I headed out the back door without thinking. I'm terrified of getting burnt, if you haven't figured it out already.

Heh, you would have loved the one dorm room I had. The top of the bed was about two feet from the fire alarm because the bed was lofted.

We were also all fined for a kid that pulled the fire alarm so his buddies that were being busted for underaged drinking could get away.

I have a fear of painful and/or unuseual death. I'm perfectly fine with the idea of dying of oldage/other bodily complications/attacked in some mannor but the thought being killed in any other way scares the crap out of me.

I have a fear of people touching my neck. Oddly enough, nobody ever tries to do such a thing until they know I have this fear. I wonder if it's connected.

Celtic mentioned a fear of fire alarms because they were loud...

When I was little, that emergency broadcast shit on television would seemingly come on all the time. And every time I heard it, it seemed like everything else in the world stopped and got quiet, just so I could listen in to the sound. I always used to think like a vampire or werewolf or some creature intent on killing me in an extremely messy manner was gonna slowly climb up the stairs from my basement and murder me.

SouthJag: I HATE that sound. That and some (not all) of the severe weather alert sounds that channels will play if there's a tornado or flood warning.

Goddamn, now my blood's running cold just thinking about it.

I'm terrified of needles too and now I have to get one in the stomach everyday :(

For some reason, when I sit in the back of a car I'm always worried the door will fly open and I'll fall out at top speed. Even when I'm strapped in, even when the door is locked, there's always the thought in the back of my head.

I've had a fear of vomiting since I was little. Fortunately it's helped keep me safe in a family with a history of alcoholism.

I'm terrified of that nonexistent thing under my bed that I keep thinking will grab my feet when i get out of bed at night.

I'm 20.

Hey, I'm 25 and I shut the door to my bedroom when I go to bed. I remain afraid someone might sneak in and murder me if I leave it open.

I don't like really thin metal wires. Not the flexible type used for menial crafts but the ones that are sort of like string and are used by the CIA to choke terrorists.

Or at least the movies tell me so. Anyways they freak me out.

Like piano wire?

I'm always scared when i change lightbulbs ]:

yeah I guess. Or guitar string, high e.

Not that they couldn't just open the door and murder you.

Unless you lock it.

Wow, people have weird fears indeed. I mean, clipping your nails, fire alarms, talking to people on the phone, not cleaning ears.. I mean.. WOW!! I just don't get it, that's why I think they're called "weird".

Anyways, I'm a kinda afraid of reptiles/amphibans (snakes, frogs), which I think is non-weird since it's pretty common.

LOL, you'll love this one Vemp. A full set of teeth freak the fuck out of me. If I see a large set of teeth yapping and all grinning (thankfully this is rare) chomper like, you can bet me running the hell away from that person.

I was going to make an entry about this when I saw a customer with that chomper like jaws, I'd freak every time I see someone with such a huge toothed grin. Weird thing is, I'm fine with ads with models showing off their teeth, but if I look at toothed smiles every so often, I'd feel so alienated. Even if they may be perfect or plain gangly, the mere thought of TEETH with that face... eek. I'm not a fan of toothed smiles in photos.

Aside from the rather boring fear of spiders and pretty much any kind of insect (including butterflies), I am also terrified of peel-open cans, like someboy else said here, and getting my finger-/toenails harmed. A bit of my fingernail broke off the other day, leading to about one drop of blood and a tiny scratch, and I started shaking and freaking out - it was pretty ridiculous, considering that I have no problem with larger injuries on some other body part. Also, I'm not hugely afraid of it, but I don't really touch my own eye, and I hate watching people put in or take out their contact lenses. In a hotel room, I never choose the bed/side closer to the door, and if I do, I can't sleep with my back to it. Last but not least, I hate knowing that something that will make me jump (and I'm very jumpy) is going to happen in a moment, for example, when you walk up the stairs and you know someone else is there, or you know someone might come into your room any second, or a car might drive by outside in the middle of the night, or when you watch a scary movie (which I hardly ever do). If I anticipate that, I make sure that my feet are off the ground, because for some reason, that feels safer than having them on the ground (e.g. while watching a scary movie).

I have a similar fear. Not only do I shut my bedroom door [Because I have a feeling something's watching me if I don't have it shut], but I have to shut any other doors in my room, like my closer door. Its not exactly a fear of a monster in the closer, but a fear of...something watching me. Go figure.

I dread going anywhere near anything nuclear powered - like reactors that generate electrical power, or laboratories that experiment with nuclear reactions.......Anything nuclear or radioactive freaks me out.

Strong contenders:

• Being eaten alive = sucks
• Drowning in a sinking boat = sucks
• Skydiving with a failed parachute = sucks

I'm terrified of the nonexistent goblin-creature that will surely bite off my toes if I hang my feet over the end of the bed when I'm sleeping. I'm also 20. I think this fear comes from my cats clawing and biting the hell out of my toes in my sleep growing up.

Sucks for me then.

My lock is b0rk3n.

But thinking back again, I have this weird fear about burglars being in my house when I go downstairs for something stupid. Like once they see me, BOOM! I'm shot and dead. :tpg:

I used to fear bald, big eyed aliens coming inside from the window at night when lying in bed.

This thread reminds me of "pickle" girl.

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Cotton Ball girl beats that. :3:

Despite how progressive I'm unintentionally sounding, I hate light.

By that I mean I'm disturbed by overly-illuminated indoor areas. Intense fluorescent lighting agitates me to no end.

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I think you're pretty justified about being afraid of those things. This is a thread about irrational fears.

Here's another one. I'm terrified that my house/apartment will burn down while I'm not home. I go away for an afternoon, and come back to a smoldering pile of ash, with firefighters going 'hay guess what ur house exploded sucks to be you'

And I don't like aggressive toilets. The one that are really loud when you flush them, they always unnerve me.

I'm afraid of accidentally killing people. Like if holding a knife I will have to be real concentrated so that I'm sure that I don't trip and fall on someone, stabbing them in the process. ALWAYS when I get a dangerous object in my hand I'm just afraid that I might accidentally hurt someone. Sure, I can control the fear and still use the object in whatever I'm about to do but I just can't get it out of my mind.

And well I'm kind of afraid of cutting myself with a knife or getting stabbed by sharp objects.

I fear dogs even it's the puppy...I don't hate it, in fact I enjoy watching it and feel that it cute....anyway ....if it start moving toward me, my leg will start run off automatically,lol.

I terrible fear to ignition things even matches also effect me, my hand will be wet when I've to lit it up. (It's so hard for me, sometimes I have to lit up alcohol lamp in lab and it freak me out....once I've to ask the janitor around there to lit up for me, luckily she were there to help me :p)

For a long time I was afraid of the shadow people from Ghost. For a while I was convinced that such people existed.

Then I found out that I was black and my fear escalated.

I'm afraid of the tables on the main page being stretched, which is why I'm posting here.

Your efforts, while valiant, will be forever forgotten.

Will my efforts be forgotten though? :(

Everytime I drive a car I have a fear of running out of gas in the middle of the road. Ironically, I have never had such a situation. Every time I'm going on some long trip, despite there's enough gas I must fill the tank. Even though I don't ride deserted roads.

Ah yes, I remember a good one now.

I'm TERRIFIED OF FEET.

Maybe 'terrified' isnt the right way to describe it, but I HATE them. I can look at them... from a distance. If someone puts their feet within a foot or so of my face, I freak the fuck out. Something else I've been running into lately is people putting their feet on my pillow. My suitemates will come in and chill out on my bed, and they'll put their feet on my pillow. And I'm left screaming "I SLEEP THERE!!! HELLO?!?!"

Ugh. FEET.

Do you think it's a hygiene issue or an actual foot fear?

Because if someone puts their nasty ass dirty feet on my sleeping pillow or within breathing distance to my face, I'd sure as hell be afraid of where that foot has been.

I dont think its hygiene... I've never had a problem with germs or smells. I mean, think of where people's hands have been... I'm not scared of those. And the feet could be fresh out of the shower and I'd still freak.

I don't like sleeping in a position that faces a doorway directly. My bed is placed so that my line of vision while sleeping is a wall or anything else other than a door. I think I still believe that sleeping while facing a door is considered bad luck in my culture.

Another one might be my fear of falling into any body of water if I'm driving over a bridge. There are a few bridges I pass while driving to San Francisco, and I somehow think that the bridge will collapse and I'll fall right into the water below.