IRRATIONAL FEARS ALL UP IN THIS THREAD

[Lumenskir]

So hey, I just discovered the worst sound in the world: A cockroach's skitter as it crawls underneath my bathroom cabinet, pauses, and then disappears from sight.

Now, I wouldn't say I suffer from a crippling fear of bugs in general. I can look at pictures of them all day and only suffer from mild boredom, safe in my knowledge that they are trapped behind a screen (whether it be TV, movie, Phantom Zone, computer, or zoo glass) and can't do anything to me. But in real life (say, in my bathroom when it thinks I've gone asleep already), seeing a bug means it can approach you, and if it can approach you it can get onto you, and if it can get onto you IT'S ON YOU AND IT'S SCURRYING ON YOUR BODY AND OMYGOD THOSE ANTENNA THINGS ARE MOVING INDEPENDENT OF EACH OTHER and then I start flailing about and trying to get to where I store my hyperventilation bag.

So yes, I will admit that whenever a bug touches me is a little much. Hands down, the worst feeling in the world is a bug crawling on you, none of its apparently thousands plus and multiplying legs ever moving in something approaching a calm fashion as it traverses your flesh. And yes, I've read everything in the world about how most bugs I'll ever come in contact with pose no harm to me, but that's why it's my irrational fear, ok.

[BitVyper]

Watch Joe's Apartment.

[Azisien]

I suppose I have a slightly irrational fear of the dark or unknown, but its never been a real obstacle and I can just will or talk myself through something dark or unknown.

[rpgdemon]

Originally Posted by Azisien

I suppose I have a slightly irrational fear of the dark or unknown, but its never been a real obstacle and I can just will or talk myself through something dark or unknown.

I personally can't stand pitch darkness. I need at least a TINY light, or else I will freak out. Even if it's just a clock, I need to have SOMETHING that I can see, so that I know that I'm not blind or lost in the dark forever, as stupid as that sounds.

[Daimo Mac, The Blue Light of Hope]

I have a deep deep fear of Snakes and Clowns.

I can't even watch Snakes on a Plane I am that scared of them.

[MuMu]

I'm terrified of being alone. I remember when I was a kid I'd have this recurring nightmare where I would be in a busy place, a party, a carnival, something like that. Then I tripped, turned away or simply blinked and everyone was gone.

I don't like having small creatures along me in closed spaces, no matter how harmless they are. The thought that could be anywhere is enough to take a look around myself every 30 seconds or so when I'm in my room.

I don't close my eyes when I take a shower.

[Token]

Bugs. I freak out when they crawl on me because I always think they'll crawl inside of me and somehow survive and multiply and jesus fuck ant colony in my organs and then they'll burst out of my veins and it will be hundreds of thousands of bugs covered in my blood and i'll bleed to death and...

No. I have no fears.

Actually, wait. Lately I've been worried that my friends don't actually like me, and actually put up with me out of obligation and pity. It's been getting harder and harder to ignore recently. I'm pretty sure it's not true, but still...

[Overcast]

Death.

At the age of four I was vaguely aware of death, but like most kids was unaware that it might affect me. At five I was, for any odd reason or another, able to reason out that in fact it did. For the next five years I couldn't get a proper night of sleep without quietly sobbing myself insane about the possibility of death grabbing me in the night. The terrible cold of nothingness and unknown after death regarding me fondly and keeping me sick with paranoia.

At age ten I began desperate binges of imagination to distract myself from it, keeping my brain as busy as I could in order to escape the troubles. From time to time that failed and I would be crying myself insane once again.

At age thirteen I began self-actualizing a personal dream that some day science was going to save me from this terrifying experience and aid me in becoming immortal, and all I had to do was live long enough. The fear of death wasn't gone, just redirected to an obsession with immortality.

I began to get reasonable sleep.

I still have a personal desire for immortality to this day. I won't stop hoping until I hit the century mark, and then the world might well start being afraid because I'm unsure what my mind will do to help me get over the fear.

[katiuska]

See, I distinguish between fear of bodily harm from disgust/anxiety at the thought of touching something disgusting. Roaches are disgusting, and I don't want to see one, but they won't hurt me. I guess this is why that's an irrational fear, but I'm always vaguely aware of this knowledge, so I spend more time fearing things that could pose a threat, even if they never will (dark/remote places, heights, other people).

Originally Posted by Overcast

Death.

At the age of four I was vaguely aware of death, but like most kids was unaware that it might affect me. At five I was, for any odd reason or another, able to reason out that in fact it did. For the next five years I couldn't get a proper night of sleep without quietly sobbing myself insane about the possibility of death grabbing me in the night. The terrible cold of nothingness and unknown after death regarding me fondly and keeping me sick with paranoia.

At age ten I began desperate binges of imagination to distract myself from it, keeping my brain as busy as I could in order to escape the troubles. From time to time that failed and I would be crying myself insane once again.

At age thirteen I began self-actualizing a personal dream that some day science was going to save me from this terrifying experience and aid me in becoming immortal, and all I had to do was live long enough. The fear of death wasn't gone, just redirected to an obsession with immortality.

I began to get reasonable sleep.

I still have a personal desire for immortality to this day. I won't stop hoping until I hit the century mark, and then the world might well start being afraid because I'm unsure what my mind will do to help me get over the fear.

I fail to see how this is irrational. As Lore puts it, "When you're dealing with something that's both undesirable and inevitable, you kind of have to wonder who's the unbalanced one, the person who treats impending mortality with the paralyzing fear it deserves, or the rest of us who manage to avoid thinking about it in favor of, say, whether our Liquid Paper has the viscosity we deserve."

[Amake]

Fear itself.

Okay, I really have a phobia of hurting people with my beast-like strength. I guess you could call me overly careful and disciplined. Like, there are certain points during sex when I try to be as still as possible.