Do you have any phobias?
 

I'm not talking like snakes, heights, or spiders. I'm talking like weird completely irrational shit that is debilitating.

i have an intense (no exaggeration) fear of breaking or otherwise injuring my nose, which includes any kind of surgical procedure involving my nose. i recoil at the thought.
also i'm terrified of birds.

not that weird ... but i have had some pretty debilitating claustrophobia a couple of times while caving, and once when i was in the MRI machine.

Sometimes I have anxiety pangs when I'm crossing at a cross walk and a car next to me is crawling to a stop.

You mean like her?

Or her?

This might be schizophrenia, but I am terribly afraid someone following me while driving at night. I always think the cars behind me are following me.

THAT is truly irrational

i'm trying to think what i'm really afraid of. most of the things that would make me shit myself with fear are abstract concepts, not actual things that bother me in everyday life.

Not necessarily that bad.

I have an intense OCD related fear of driving. I don't cry when thinking about it, I just get panick attacks.

I get claustrophobia, vertigo..

I have a fear of dirtyness but its odd because I also really like being outside in nature.. nature isnt dirty. humans are dirty.

I cant think of any irrational ones though : /

i won't go to the beach in england or ireland anymore because i'm too afraid of all the seagulls.

I kind of understand this. The texture of cotton trips me out. I'm not afraid of it and I use it but the feel of it is fucking weird.

oh Im pretty scared of driving again, but thats only really because I havent in over 6 months. the last time I did I crashed my car and then that was it heh.

have you read dead babies by martin amis? one of the characters has something like this about his teeth, but way worse...


"Away from the drill!"
"What? I say, Giles, are you all right?"
Giles had been lynig on his bed, bent double with psychosomatic toothache. His stragled shout had been a semi-delerious reply to Quentin's courtly knock. By 12:30, Giles had consumed five Gin Rickeys, four gin and tonics, three gin and its, two gin and bitters, and one gin.


throughout the book theres a running joke about how bad his phobia is... he has a medicine cabinet full of dentist's picks of various shapes and sizes and cleans his teeth in front of a porcelain sink entirely covered in foam padding... at one point another character is commenting on a chick she thinks has a too-perfect centrfold body and an average to unattractive face. Giles says "i actually thought she had really nice..." and hesitates. she says, "oh. Giles...." and he mutters "...teeth, actually"

ahaha
i don't care about the appearance of my nose being fucked up from injuries i just cannot STAND the thought of injuring (spec. breaking) my nose. if i think about intensely it or if i actually hurt myself i will start stamping my feet and flailing my arms, literally i can't take it.

Agoraphobia, Fear of heights, Claustrophobia.

Giving me a pat on the shoulder or whatever when I'm not expecting it will startle me. People that do this then give me a weird expression when I react. Fuck them.

Last time I drove a car it was a near head on collision turning out of my driveway 4 years ago.

SNAP!

ha! they are!!! until they turn on another street, or pass you, or pull into a gas station...
















that's where they switch out cars... kidding. i get wierd about stuff like that sometimes also.

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