I'm afraid, how about you?
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I'm deathly afraid of heights. My feet MUST be planted on a solid surface that's not raised off the ground.
I'm also afraid of murky water. I can't stand not knowing what's swimming around me as I float there. I think this stems from my childhood when I used to play fishing games that gave you a third person perspective on the hook. You could barely see in front of you, then the giant, gaping maw of a Bass comes out of nowhere and swallows your ass.
Fucking terrified me when I was a kid. I NEVER got past that fucking level.
I'm also afraid of murky water. I can't stand not knowing what's swimming around me as I float there. I think this stems from my childhood when I used to play fishing games that gave you a third person perspective on the hook. You could barely see in front of you, then the giant, gaping maw of a Bass comes out of nowhere and swallows your ass.
Fucking terrified me when I was a kid. I NEVER got past that fucking level.
Blood. Or bleeding. Or needles, because they remind me of blood.
The idea alone makes my hands shaky and my knees weak.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I get nervous when I can hear my own heartbeat.
It's also worse if someone else is bleeding then when I'm bleeding, which is kind of strange.
My sister has a bad phobia of grasshoppers. I gave her that phobia by catching them as a kid and putting them in her hair.
I feel guilty, but she's paying me back. She's studying to become a nurse, and the stories she can tell... Pure horror.
The idea alone makes my hands shaky and my knees weak.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I get nervous when I can hear my own heartbeat.
It's also worse if someone else is bleeding then when I'm bleeding, which is kind of strange.
My sister has a bad phobia of grasshoppers. I gave her that phobia by catching them as a kid and putting them in her hair.
I feel guilty, but she's paying me back. She's studying to become a nurse, and the stories she can tell... Pure horror.
I'm terrified of becoming paralyzed, or losing a limb, or anything that would limit my mobility. I honestly would prefer to die before being unable to move the way I want to.
I'm not so scared of death itself, but rather I'm convinced that death is the utter end and I'm rather fond of being.
I'm not afraid of a sting as much as I'm afraid of it landing in a dangerous area. As I said, one got me less than an inch above my eye and I've since had a "inch lower and I'd be blind in one eye or worse" thought. My aunt once got stung on her tongue, trust me, not pleasant, in fact, suffocation is quite possible in that situation (and even if not, you can't speak or eat normally for weeks).stinkychops said:
They're also relentless little fucks and quite aggressive. If a spider comes at me, trying to stomp it will make it run away. If a bee comes at me, trying to stomp it will make it go right at me. And sadly, once it's got you on it's mind, it's hard to get it to go away, they follow you for ages, try and land on you etc. They also tend to go for my food/drink when I'm outside, especially if I'm drinking something sweet. All in all, a major pain in the arse.
Loneliness and social interaction. I have to balance being depressed when alone and anxious in social situations. I usually try to deal with it by distracting myself.
Also; attention, especially when it comes unexpectedly.
(It is nice to have an ego maniacal, narcissistic best friend who attracts all the attention.)
Also; attention, especially when it comes unexpectedly.
(It is nice to have an ego maniacal, narcissistic best friend who attracts all the attention.)
I have trypanophobia (fear of medical procedures involving syringes). I feel great discomfort in the presence of hypodermic needles, often faint during procedures like immunisations and experience uncontrolled arm spasms and whole body shivers when I think about injections. At least I'm immunised until I'm like 40 years old now. And have no plans on visiting Asia or Africa.
I also sometimes experience episodes of social anxiety that I personally describe as "freak ins", which is like a "freak out" except that I'm screaming hysterically internally. Basically when I'm in a loud and chaotic environment (like a crowded club or whatever) where I have no goal or preoccupation to keep me interested (like an activity or conversation), I resort to an internal monologue where I discuss my own inability to cope with my surroundings. I stay calm and whatever in this state, but according to friends who have seen me in it, I sometimes just sit in a corner staring into blank space anywhere from minutes to hours. Thing is, I never notice how much time has passed during the freak in. Afterwards I just realise that I've been staring at the far wall for 30 minutes.
Worst part is that after somebody snaps me out of it, it me entirely too long to get over it and I have a period of zombie time where I can't adequately talk to people. Which is a bit of a downer when you're out with friends.
At best people think I'm a deep thinking sort of person with a lot on my mind. More realistically people think I'm a nutcase who is really killing the buzz of the area around me.
I'm sorry people around me. It turns out I am a nutcase, but I'm at least trying to be a normal person.
Most of the time I succeed in the illusion, but its the 1 in 20 occasion that people will remember.
Still... its not so bad... I usually counter this by attempting to engage a good conversation early and keep me occupied or I just drink. It might not be a foolproof system but it means I can have some fun and be less of a downer.
I also sometimes experience episodes of social anxiety that I personally describe as "freak ins", which is like a "freak out" except that I'm screaming hysterically internally. Basically when I'm in a loud and chaotic environment (like a crowded club or whatever) where I have no goal or preoccupation to keep me interested (like an activity or conversation), I resort to an internal monologue where I discuss my own inability to cope with my surroundings. I stay calm and whatever in this state, but according to friends who have seen me in it, I sometimes just sit in a corner staring into blank space anywhere from minutes to hours. Thing is, I never notice how much time has passed during the freak in. Afterwards I just realise that I've been staring at the far wall for 30 minutes.
Worst part is that after somebody snaps me out of it, it me entirely too long to get over it and I have a period of zombie time where I can't adequately talk to people. Which is a bit of a downer when you're out with friends.
At best people think I'm a deep thinking sort of person with a lot on my mind. More realistically people think I'm a nutcase who is really killing the buzz of the area around me.
I'm sorry people around me. It turns out I am a nutcase, but I'm at least trying to be a normal person.
Most of the time I succeed in the illusion, but its the 1 in 20 occasion that people will remember.
Still... its not so bad... I usually counter this by attempting to engage a good conversation early and keep me occupied or I just drink. It might not be a foolproof system but it means I can have some fun and be less of a downer.
