Behold the terror:
Well, not so much this, as this:
or this:
and I don't even want to contemplate this:
When I was little, my sister would have balloons at her birthday parties. Straight after the party I would creep around and bite a tiny hole in the knot of each balloon so it would quickly deflate. This meant I had to put my face right up into each balloon, but I took the risk because I wouldn't be able to relax until they were all deactivated. I will never understand what makes balloons associated with good times. If I could, I would ban them forever.
People find this fear hilarious. Well, guess what! You probably have a stupid fear which I find hilarious. Spiders? Snakes? Blood and guts? Bah. I watched a lung transplant, and if the theatre tech had offered me a toasted cheese sandwich I wouldn't have said no.
Stupid fears are such revealing and human things. A friend of mine faints if she takes her own pulse. Another is scared of escalators. My flatmate is terrified of jewellery. And my sister screams if she sees that jelly which congeals on the bottom of a roast chicken.
These people drink, smoke, overeat, drive cars, and cross the street - all activities which are far more likely to kill you than chicken jelly. But it's not death we're afraid of, when it comes down to it, is it? Everyone has something that they secretly feel is worse. Post yours (unless it's posting on blogs, in which case, just relax, breathe deeply, and think about unicorns).
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That congealed jelly shit is truly terrifying, so are turkeys and whipped cream. Screw everyone else, I know I'm the saner one.
I'm the one scared of escalators. I'm also not keen of stairs you can see through, dogs and public swimming pool changerooms.
I do like blue wigs a little too much and the congealed jelly shit on roasted poultry makes my blood race I love it so.
Nwice. I can only relate with the swimming pool changing rooms, I really hate having bare feet in those places, seeing all the stray wet hair lying around... all the highly probable urine on the floor. *Shudder*
Heh, this is becoming a secret fears roll-call, and I love it!
fuck i hate the thought of letting balloons fly away. it just seems like such a helpless situation for the balloons. if i took balloons outside as a kid (and i rarely did) then i absolutely had to have it tied to my hand. then i would feel uneasy with the string around my wrist and id loosen it, still being terrified that i might subject my balloon to a monstrous fate of flying away helplessly into the sky. windy days were absolute hell for me. sometimes i was afraid id get taken away with the balloon.
needles shit me as well. and those blood pressure things which inflate around your arm. they make me feel nervous, then i worry that me being slightly nervous will affect the reading. so i try to calm down but i get obsessed with that. the horror...
wow... what arent i afraid of...
Comiserations on your area of fear.
I have no fear of spiders, large animals or deep water, and have faced a coiled and rattling rattlesnake and have not dropped the tea when a mouse ran across my foot as I entered the boardroom at work ... BUT I am terrified of dumb people. They are all very scary.
and box matches, I loathe box matches and get the creeps if I am forced to touch them
I don't if its a true phobia but I hate frilly bed-clothes especially pillows. If I was trying to sleep and my face or hand brushed against a frill I'd feel really freaked out. In hotels I often strip the pillow cases off if they have frills. I kid you not.
hahahaha the weirdest phobia I have come across is a guy who is terrified of buttons.
xx Kate S/ www.fossage.typepad.com
Parasites.
Including deadbeat boyfriends.
John, I feel your pain, I lost a foil fish ballon named Archie when I was 3 and it traumatised me. I used to dream that he found me and flew back in my window when I was little. *sniffle*
Mine are mushrooms (well all forms of fungus or spore-based organisms) and fireworks and anything that flies near me. Also microscopic close up pictures of things.
cklqy: the fear of word verification captcha codes.
I have a rather cliched fear of clowns. My other dislikes are:
Midgets, any kind of glass under the feet at more than one storey high, which was kinda taken to the limit last year when I visited the 'skywalk' over the grand canyon. basically, a horse-shoe shaped protrusion (with a glass floor) hanging over the grand canyon.
Needless to say, I needed new shorts after that episode.
http://www.grandcanyonskywalk.com/
Hey, that's my jewellery-fear you're talking about, there.
Don't ask me to explain it. It just is.
My mum thinks it's because her necklace used to dangle in my face when she changed my nappy as a baby, but I doubt it. There's got to be more to it than that.
I can take most things in my stride: the most graphic of horror films, the real-life grue of RPA, the picture that creepy fellow once sent me of himself wrist-deep in his own arse, ... but when somebody absentmindedly puts part of their necklace in their mouth, it's all I can do not to spray my almost-digested lunch at them.
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