Your Weird Phobias?
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I had to google that 1 and was very surprised by the answer...followed by intrigue as to what caused it? My apologies if it's rude to askAccursedTheory said:
OT My Mrs has a problem touching wood (rofl), the main offenders are wooden spoons (all ours have tape wrapped around them)and lolly pop sticks. Also she can't stand wind chimes
Don't really have any myself, as a child I was petrified of spiders but I cured myself of that and ended up with a massive Tarantula collection as a result
Fear of getting fat. Not to the point of anorexia though. Yeah, its not that weird. Hmmm...
The sound of metals touching eachother. It brings me shivers.
EDIT: I guess there's always going inside the porto-potty. The fear of falling in + the fear of dropping something in it + fear of getting locked in + the fear of breathing in
The sound of metals touching eachother. It brings me shivers.
EDIT: I guess there's always going inside the porto-potty. The fear of falling in + the fear of dropping something in it + fear of getting locked in + the fear of breathing in
Zachary Amaranth said:
Supposedly The Undertaker, surely one of the most badass wrestlers of all time, has (or at least had at some point) a terrible deathly fear of cucumbers, so make of that what you will.Mimic said:
I really can't stand phone calls either; I think it's something about knowing that I'll be judged on how my voice sounds when the phone tends to render that terribly inaccurate, so I'm there doing a stupid fake 'phone voice' in the hopes that it'll make me sound more normal, which I really doubt it does.
I also hate wrists. Like, really can't stand seeing wrists. Even the word. Ugh.
Oh, lordy, I've done that. I even deleted a whole folder of work one time because my sister was trying to read it, and I constantly minimise stuff if anyone walks in. People think I'm hiding something, but I'm really not. I just don't like you seeing what I've done!DementedSheep said:
You poor thing.AccursedTheory said:
I absolutely HATE (insert AM's monologue here) the sound of pieces of styrofoam rubbing together. To the point where it makes me really uneasy just seeing the possibility of that happening. I get irritated, want to get away from it before it happens, really weird stuff.
Oh and in my new job I deal with the payment of almost 1000 public workers, so I'm really afraid to fuck something up and end up getting sued by the government or attacked by some angry dude who didn't get his paycheck.
Oh and in my new job I deal with the payment of almost 1000 public workers, so I'm really afraid to fuck something up and end up getting sued by the government or attacked by some angry dude who didn't get his paycheck.
Real Phobia:
Slugs. (Just know googled it again and URGHS)
Snails.
I had it also with crabs, but I think that this is gone.
Just don't like: Touching people, rubbish, someone looking over my shoulder, some textures, death, ...
Slugs. (Just know googled it again and URGHS)
Snails.
I had it also with crabs, but I think that this is gone.
Just don't like: Touching people, rubbish, someone looking over my shoulder, some textures, death, ...
This one is completely common, but with a twist.
Spiders, but at the same time, I'm sort of obsessed with them as well, especially in gaming terms. I'll basically pick whatever faction or character gets to use Spiders or has some sort of Spider theme going for them. For example, I used the Inquisitor in "Sacred 2" because he gets to rides a giant Spider, Sadira is my fave in KI, Venom is my favorite comic character, I bought "LOTR: Battle for Middle Earth 2" almost entirely because I heard that you get Spider Rider units, and I've downloaded basically every Spider related mod for Skyrim (except the "turns Spiders into Bears" one, even though it was hilarious). Also, even though I don't play MTG, if I did, I'd totally rock a Spider tribal deck.
So it's sort of weird love/hate relationship.
Spiders, but at the same time, I'm sort of obsessed with them as well, especially in gaming terms. I'll basically pick whatever faction or character gets to use Spiders or has some sort of Spider theme going for them. For example, I used the Inquisitor in "Sacred 2" because he gets to rides a giant Spider, Sadira is my fave in KI, Venom is my favorite comic character, I bought "LOTR: Battle for Middle Earth 2" almost entirely because I heard that you get Spider Rider units, and I've downloaded basically every Spider related mod for Skyrim (except the "turns Spiders into Bears" one, even though it was hilarious). Also, even though I don't play MTG, if I did, I'd totally rock a Spider tribal deck.
So it's sort of weird love/hate relationship.
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snappydog said:
When I was in the Army (Specifically, Fort Gordon, during Advanced Individual Training), we used to throw hotel parties. We'd rent out 20 rooms, buy God knows how much booze, and just go bananas. Some of us would stay sober, however, to handle situations that could occur (Fights, noise complaints, make sure the girls were ok, if you catch my drift), and this night was my turn.
So I was just wandering around, enjoying the sight of everyone getting stupid, when I got a phone call from a friend (He was a friend at the time, anyway. He later got kicked out when he tried to get his pregnant, under aged girlfriend on to Army healthcare (Making him a gross, and stupid, individual)). He told me he needed help with a female friend of his (A creepy woman who ended up stalking me long after we parted ways and were sent to separate bases).
I went to their room (In a hotel across the street. In retrospect, I wonder exactly what two men were doing alone in a hotel room with a woman they were dumping alcohol into), and went inside.
I suppose at this point, I should describe the players in this story. There was me, a 200 pound, 5' 10" soldier in his prime, all muscle and still bulging from my time in basic. Then there was the creepy fellow - 5' 8" and 120 pounds, at best. And then there was the other guy - I haven't the slightest idea who he was. He was 6' 2", and at least 230 pounds. A freaking wall. And then there was the woman. She was about 5' 2", and probably weighed around 120 pounds. That may sound big, but at least 30 of that was in her breast. They were massive, on a scale porn actresses who get implants don't even try to fake. They were melon sized, and I actually mean the size of melons. The kind of breast where you need to go online and special order bras, because clothing stores don't have enough steel to support the damn things. How she walked up right was beyond me.
Anyway, I walk into the room, and its chaos. The girl is on the bed screaming at the two men, throwing shit all over the place. As soon as I walked in, she stopped, looked at me, smiled and started yelling 'thank god your here, David!' Then she jumped off the bed and hugged me.
My name, by the way, is not David.
She calmed down a bit, and we both sat on the bed. The scrawny guy told me what had happened - She had drank a lot (It wasn't until years later, and quit a few life experiences chalked up, that I began to question how much booze actually had a hand in the evening events, and how much something 'else' may have contributed) and had assigned people in her past to the people in the room with her. The big guy was her abusive father, and the scrawny guy was a dick friend. I was her boyfriend David, who had broke up with her shortly after she joined the Army (But who she still loved). Apparently, having her old bf around (In her head) calmed her down a bit. I was convinced to stay around until she fell asleep (In retrospect, again, I suppose what happened next, regardless of the scars it left on me, ended up being the best possible outcome for the night). The skinny guy goes outside for a smoke.
Suddenly, and without warning, the girl starts nibbling on me, and says she wants me inside her so bad (David). Not being a person who's turned on by delusional women, drunk, drugged, or otherwise, I asked her to stop. Its at this point that she suddenly remembers 'David' broke up with her, and she absolutely lost her shit and started screaming at me. 'Why did you leave me David!' and such. She tackles me on the bed and latches on like a tick.
The big guy rushes over to assist (Or something), and gets hit in the balls. Hard. The man keels over like Satan just bit him in the dick, tears streaming down his face, completely overcome with pain. I've almost got her off, when suddenly, I too get the nut busters treatment. I lose control of my limbs, instinctively exhale, and then inhale. Only there's no air left around my face. She's jammed a tit in my face - those gargantuan melons that are so large they actually conform to anime breast physics, and my inhale does nothing but suck up chest fat.
So here I am, pinned by a 5' 2" scrawny women, (Probably) drugged completely out of her mind, screaming obscenities at me while she questions my sexual fidelity, literally choking on tit. The big fellow is bawling his eyes out on the floor, his nuts, more then likely, occupying 5 times the space they usually do, like some scrotum-esk Grinch. And my vision begins to tunnel. My thoughts get muddled. And all I can think is 'I'm actually going to die, suffocated by breast.' And finally, I black out.
I come to suddenly, spring off the bed, to find the girl laying on the floor, and the scrawny guy on the other side of the bed. He had heard our cries, finally gotten his key to open the door, and actually booted her off of me. She lets out one last sob, gags, and then rushes to the bathroom. Somehow still capable of some rational thought, I stumbled in after her, and grabbed her hair seconds before she starts vomiting all over the bathroom.
The night was rather boring after that. I helped her clean herself up and put her to bed. The skinny guy escorted the big guy back to base in a taxi, and I spent the rest of the night outside of her hotel room, chain smoking on the balcony. I left sometime around 4 in the morning, I believe.
To say I'm terrified of large breast would probably be an overstatement - perhaps a more apt description would be I'm constantly wary of them. I can still appreciate a good set of knockers in a picture, or even from a distance. But whenever I'm around actual large breast, I'm nervous. I note their locations in proximity to me always, not as fap fuel, but as potential threats. I'm always on guard, always waiting for the danger.
Always alert.
Always.
If I could do it again, would I change what happened? Probably not. As I said above, in the years following these events, I've become more skeptical of what was going on in the hotel room. I suppose if a little fear is what I had to pay to break that party up, I have to pay it.
So I was just wandering around, enjoying the sight of everyone getting stupid, when I got a phone call from a friend (He was a friend at the time, anyway. He later got kicked out when he tried to get his pregnant, under aged girlfriend on to Army healthcare (Making him a gross, and stupid, individual)). He told me he needed help with a female friend of his (A creepy woman who ended up stalking me long after we parted ways and were sent to separate bases).
I went to their room (In a hotel across the street. In retrospect, I wonder exactly what two men were doing alone in a hotel room with a woman they were dumping alcohol into), and went inside.
I suppose at this point, I should describe the players in this story. There was me, a 200 pound, 5' 10" soldier in his prime, all muscle and still bulging from my time in basic. Then there was the creepy fellow - 5' 8" and 120 pounds, at best. And then there was the other guy - I haven't the slightest idea who he was. He was 6' 2", and at least 230 pounds. A freaking wall. And then there was the woman. She was about 5' 2", and probably weighed around 120 pounds. That may sound big, but at least 30 of that was in her breast. They were massive, on a scale porn actresses who get implants don't even try to fake. They were melon sized, and I actually mean the size of melons. The kind of breast where you need to go online and special order bras, because clothing stores don't have enough steel to support the damn things. How she walked up right was beyond me.
Anyway, I walk into the room, and its chaos. The girl is on the bed screaming at the two men, throwing shit all over the place. As soon as I walked in, she stopped, looked at me, smiled and started yelling 'thank god your here, David!' Then she jumped off the bed and hugged me.
My name, by the way, is not David.
She calmed down a bit, and we both sat on the bed. The scrawny guy told me what had happened - She had drank a lot (It wasn't until years later, and quit a few life experiences chalked up, that I began to question how much booze actually had a hand in the evening events, and how much something 'else' may have contributed) and had assigned people in her past to the people in the room with her. The big guy was her abusive father, and the scrawny guy was a dick friend. I was her boyfriend David, who had broke up with her shortly after she joined the Army (But who she still loved). Apparently, having her old bf around (In her head) calmed her down a bit. I was convinced to stay around until she fell asleep (In retrospect, again, I suppose what happened next, regardless of the scars it left on me, ended up being the best possible outcome for the night). The skinny guy goes outside for a smoke.
Suddenly, and without warning, the girl starts nibbling on me, and says she wants me inside her so bad (David). Not being a person who's turned on by delusional women, drunk, drugged, or otherwise, I asked her to stop. Its at this point that she suddenly remembers 'David' broke up with her, and she absolutely lost her shit and started screaming at me. 'Why did you leave me David!' and such. She tackles me on the bed and latches on like a tick.
The big guy rushes over to assist (Or something), and gets hit in the balls. Hard. The man keels over like Satan just bit him in the dick, tears streaming down his face, completely overcome with pain. I've almost got her off, when suddenly, I too get the nut busters treatment. I lose control of my limbs, instinctively exhale, and then inhale. Only there's no air left around my face. She's jammed a tit in my face - those gargantuan melons that are so large they actually conform to anime breast physics, and my inhale does nothing but suck up chest fat.
So here I am, pinned by a 5' 2" scrawny women, (Probably) drugged completely out of her mind, screaming obscenities at me while she questions my sexual fidelity, literally choking on tit. The big fellow is bawling his eyes out on the floor, his nuts, more then likely, occupying 5 times the space they usually do, like some scrotum-esk Grinch. And my vision begins to tunnel. My thoughts get muddled. And all I can think is 'I'm actually going to die, suffocated by breast.' And finally, I black out.
I come to suddenly, spring off the bed, to find the girl laying on the floor, and the scrawny guy on the other side of the bed. He had heard our cries, finally gotten his key to open the door, and actually booted her off of me. She lets out one last sob, gags, and then rushes to the bathroom. Somehow still capable of some rational thought, I stumbled in after her, and grabbed her hair seconds before she starts vomiting all over the bathroom.
The night was rather boring after that. I helped her clean herself up and put her to bed. The skinny guy escorted the big guy back to base in a taxi, and I spent the rest of the night outside of her hotel room, chain smoking on the balcony. I left sometime around 4 in the morning, I believe.
To say I'm terrified of large breast would probably be an overstatement - perhaps a more apt description would be I'm constantly wary of them. I can still appreciate a good set of knockers in a picture, or even from a distance. But whenever I'm around actual large breast, I'm nervous. I note their locations in proximity to me always, not as fap fuel, but as potential threats. I'm always on guard, always waiting for the danger.
Always alert.
Always.
If I could do it again, would I change what happened? Probably not. As I said above, in the years following these events, I've become more skeptical of what was going on in the hotel room. I suppose if a little fear is what I had to pay to break that party up, I have to pay it.
I hope you all enjoyed reading about one of the more horrible nights of my life. If nothing else, I did get a good story out of it. I think we can all agree on that.
I actually read somewhere that fear of clowns is really, really common.Frankster said:
When I was about 7, I made the mistake of watching "Killer Klowns from Outer Space", and I was terrified of clowns for about 3 years after that.
I've only got a few common fears. Don't like spiders very much, even if they're fascinating at the same time. Don't like heights, don't like needles, can't take dreadful things happening to eyes... Nothing special. Nothing that makes me panic outright.
But I've got one uncommon one. It doesn't quite qualify as a phobia, more like a superstition, and there is no sense of panic, either. But I really don't like Oija-boards and playing The Spirit in the Glass and things like that. It just makes me very uncomfortable. I don't worry that it'll end up like in the Exorcist, I doubt a group of bored teenagers could summon a demon, supposing they're real.
But I get this uncomfortable feeling of lighting a fire in a jungle at night. Or at the bottom of the sea. You just can't be sure exactly what weird creatures bumble up to take a look at the pretty light. They're probably just as harmless as the average moths are, but... Well. It's not a very rational fear, I suppose.
But I've got one uncommon one. It doesn't quite qualify as a phobia, more like a superstition, and there is no sense of panic, either. But I really don't like Oija-boards and playing The Spirit in the Glass and things like that. It just makes me very uncomfortable. I don't worry that it'll end up like in the Exorcist, I doubt a group of bored teenagers could summon a demon, supposing they're real.
But I get this uncomfortable feeling of lighting a fire in a jungle at night. Or at the bottom of the sea. You just can't be sure exactly what weird creatures bumble up to take a look at the pretty light. They're probably just as harmless as the average moths are, but... Well. It's not a very rational fear, I suppose.
Dolls.
Never liked them.
Wouldn't even play with barbies as a kid.
Also Heights.
And people crying. Maybe I'm a weirdo but I don't know how to react and it freaks me out. Also being touched when I'm not expecting it. Yep, now that I think of it, I am a weirdo.
Never liked them.
Wouldn't even play with barbies as a kid.
Also Heights.
And people crying. Maybe I'm a weirdo but I don't know how to react and it freaks me out. Also being touched when I'm not expecting it. Yep, now that I think of it, I am a weirdo.
I have 2 big ones: Fish and BIMOs. (Bodily Intrusive Metal Objects. So needles, blades, anything like that.)
No real reason for either one, but I can feel my body start freaking out whenever I am in range to be touched by a fish, or near any kind of small, sharp medical supplies.
No real reason for either one, but I can feel my body start freaking out whenever I am in range to be touched by a fish, or near any kind of small, sharp medical supplies.
I never liked dolls (or toys in general now that I think about it), the few I was given ended up buried in the backyard somewhere but I wasn't afraid of them...with the exception of one. I got given a porcelain doll of a Scottish girl that could blink. It freaked me out. I was convinced it would come to life and murder me and I ended up locking it in a drawer though I still had nightmare it would get out.FateWitch13 said: