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?