I only have one real fear, and that's heights. It's kind of funny though, because I don't generally get scared. Nervous, maybe, but actual terror is such a rare thing for me that, when I am put in a situation wherein I can experience it, I usually seek it out. It's a novelty.
Like when I go to the fair, due to my ridiculous fear of heights (and the feeling of weightlessness that comes with falling) I will always have to start on that stupid rocking boat thing. I usually go on it twice. To get myself a good feel for the fear.
I then spend the rest of the fair trip terrorizing whomever I'm with by attempting (and occasionally succeeding) in getting them to go with me on the more ridiculous rides. Like the wheel of fire (giant wheel with roller coaster cars on the inside that stops upside down), or this giant thing that was many volumes larger than the ferris wheel that spins you around forward on the end of a pole, then stops you at the highest point, and then spins you backward.
You know, the things they make you sign a waiver for possible heart conditions before getting on.
I am... repulsed, however, by bugs. Of all kinds. It's not so much a fear. I don't mind if they are NEAR me, but I refuse to let them touch me. I absolutely loath killing them too. The subtle cracking of their exoskeleton, and the feeling of initial pressure and then it giving away to their soft gooey innards. Ugh. Just... ugh.
I pretty much always try to just find a shoe or something to swat them with. I absolutely refuse to kill any bugs over a certain size, though, 'cause of the grossness.
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