Your Irrational Fear.
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I've an irrational fear of people who work at, places.
They freak me out... those... people. I hate talking to them, I hate when they talk to me, I hate when they look at you, waiting for you to tell them what you want.
They freak me out... those... people. I hate talking to them, I hate when they talk to me, I hate when they look at you, waiting for you to tell them what you want.
Jellyfish and, to an extend, spiders.
Also, sometimes just looking at a sharp corner makes me really not want getting my eyes near it.
Also, sometimes just looking at a sharp corner makes me really not want getting my eyes near it.
I'm afraid that anytime I see an Earwig in my house, if I let it go without killing it, it will crawl in my ear and lay eggs. When I was younger my brother told me thats why they were called Earwigs, and even though I'm now older, and know that they don't really do that, I'm still afraid it will actually happen.
We share some fears, it seems.War Penguin said:
I also have this weird phobia of looking into a mirror in the dark.
My boyfriend postulates that every person who grew up watching Are You Afraid Of The Dark? has some weird fear that they can trace back to that thrice-damned show. And I'm sure I'm afraid of mirrors because of it.
A World War 3.
The Dentist.
An evil and non-human entity residing in my home.
Having to endure any more high school than the standard 4 years.
Offending people, even if they deserve it (usually only in real life
. You know what they say about internet anonymity).
Rejection of any sort, this is why I've only had about 4 girlfriends my entire life (the relationships are usually long and "fruitful", though).
Bugs in my room. Not spiders, or ants or anything, I'm talking about big ol' Silverfish, or 3 inch long yellow and orange centipedes/centipede like "things".
Having my mom find my stash o' drugs. I have a great hiding space, and in this hiding place there is a small steel safe (thank you Grandma! You give great and functional Christmas gifts) with my stash o' weed inside, but I still worry when she hovers around it's direct vicinity, like she can sense it...
Let's see, now... I don't particularly like the idea of being judged. I know that I am constantly judged, because that's the pattern of high school and life, get judged, judge others, but I can't stand the idea of being judged/judgmental.
The Dentist.
An evil and non-human entity residing in my home.
Having to endure any more high school than the standard 4 years.
Offending people, even if they deserve it (usually only in real life
. You know what they say about internet anonymity).Rejection of any sort, this is why I've only had about 4 girlfriends my entire life (the relationships are usually long and "fruitful", though).
Bugs in my room. Not spiders, or ants or anything, I'm talking about big ol' Silverfish, or 3 inch long yellow and orange centipedes/centipede like "things".
Having my mom find my stash o' drugs. I have a great hiding space, and in this hiding place there is a small steel safe (thank you Grandma! You give great and functional Christmas gifts
) with my stash o' weed inside, but I still worry when she hovers around it's direct vicinity, like she can sense it...Let's see, now... I don't particularly like the idea of being judged. I know that I am constantly judged, because that's the pattern of high school and life, get judged, judge others, but I can't stand the idea of being judged/judgmental.
Cockroaches. I become paralyzed with fear if there's a cockroach in the room, I think I developed this phobia when I was ambushed by one at my grandmother's house.
