My irrational fear is sharks, despite the fact that I grew up about as far away from an ocean as you can get, and never even stepped foot in the ocean until I was in my late 30's.
Irrational Fear/Hate
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Irrationally Hate: John Travolta
Irrational Fear: Snakes. I don't really like heights but not as bad as a lot of other people I know. Working in construction, roofing and siding as a teen/young adult forced me to push my comfort envelope there.
Irrational Fear: Snakes. I don't really like heights but not as bad as a lot of other people I know. Working in construction, roofing and siding as a teen/young adult forced me to push my comfort envelope there.
That is an irrational fear. I don't see any way this thread could possibly hurt you.
Rational Fear / Hate: Sharks. I won't get into water that I can't see to the bottom of and won't watch Jaws, Open Water, Shark Week, etc.
Irrational Fear: Velcro. The sound, the feel, the sight. Everything about it makes my skin crawl. The sound of it being ripped apart gives me goosebumps.
Irrational Fear: Velcro. The sound, the feel, the sight. Everything about it makes my skin crawl. The sound of it being ripped apart gives me goosebumps.
Speaking of sounds. I hate the sound of a metal shovel scraping the concrete sidewalk/driveway. If I'm shoveling the snow, I can deal with it. If someone else is doing it, I'm outta there.
Irrational fears include Wasps/Hornets and flying. The first one I've gotten a little better with over the years, the second one I've done before, but everytime the possibility of me flying somewhere comes up, the image of Flight 232 crashing in Sioux City pops in my head (seeing the smoke of the crash on the day it happened, combined with the constant replay of the plane crashing on the news). Don't ask how I still managed to get on a plane, the few times I have.
I don't know how I forgot about wasps/stinging insects! Maybe because it's winter. The summer I got stung three times and we had the HUGE yellow jacket nest in our basement did it for me.
I don't think I'd be able to fly after that either
Not a fan of flying either. A few years ago when we were coming back from Charleston, our plane started to descend into Chicago and all of a sudden did a big whoop de do with a little roll back and forth for good measure, and I could not get on the ground soon enough. Turns out we flew into the wash from a plane taking off or something.
Don't get me started on my little puddle jumper flight to Key West. All I can say is that I should not be allowed to see the pilot and the gauges. I was assessing his health and worrying over all the lights and needles for the whole trip.
I had something similar to this happen to me on an L.A. to Phoenix flight. Probably the longest, most uneasy 1.5 hour flight of my life. Every other flight I've taken has been fine with little to no turbulence, but no flight goes without a little cold sweat for me.
I was once landing in Des Moines just as a storm front came through. As we decended we hit some major shear and sitting in the back of the plane I swear I could see the cabin twist along the long axis - the nose clockwise and the tail counter clockwise. We then proceeded to land in a nasty cross wind. It felt like we were facing about 30 degrees away from the direction we were flying. Everyone was picking up their dentures from the floor after we touched down and jerked around to face the end of the runway.
Flying has never really bothered me, though.
Flying has never really bothered me, though.
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the cabin twist is freaky, as is when you can feel the rear of the plane start to slide one way or another. I traveled with a guy once who had this little digital altimeter that he brought with him, and we were looking at during a flight that got particularly turbulent. It was amazing to see how much we were jumping and dropping. I couldn't look after a while. I felt better not knowing.
I am irrationality afraid of bees/wasps or anything resembling them. I am not even allergic to them, and I haven't been stung by one since I was in pre-school. Snakes don't bother me, I can usually pick them up with a stick and move them somewhere else away from me, but any time I hear a buzz or see what might be a bee or wasp coming I really freak out.
Not a big fan of bees or wasps. First time I got stung by bees it was 10 times. Threw a bale of straw out of the shed and they just poured out. Only way out was right through them. Always took a tennis racket up the silo with me to. Wasps seemed to love it way up there. The racket was my friend.
for all posting #be well. lol Mine are being in crowds, snakes, and needles i.e. getting a shot or blood sample.
Nothing "irrational" about it...I HATE jewelry...almost to the point of fearing it. IMO, it's dirty, in a literal sense. I do wear my wedding ring, but that's it. I can't stand earrings (any other kind of body ring) or necklaces, anything a person wears on their body that has a clasp. Just gross.
Snakes. A few years ago when my father-in-law was around 75 I ran over him, I mean flat into the ground, when he got in the middle of my snake-escape route. I can't mow them and if I'm in a car and run one over I pick up my feet. I've tried talking myself down, preparing myself to see one, but then when I see one I go autopilot and freak out.
Choking to death/not being able to breathe/drowning. This became much too real this past July when my acid reflux (didn't even know I had acid reflux!) got so bad I developed vocal chord disfunction (VCD) and I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what was happening. Was home alone and in a split second my throat closed. I ran to the neighbor's as I felt like I was going to black out, and well, die before I was found. My doctor assured me that no one dies from VCD because once you pass out your vocal cords relax and you can breathe. Ahhhhh, not real assuring, thank you very much.
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Choking to death/not being able to breathe/drowning. This became much too real this past July when my acid reflux (didn't even know I had acid reflux!) got so bad I developed vocal chord disfunction (VCD) and I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what was happening. Was home alone and in a split second my throat closed. I ran to the neighbor's as I felt like I was going to black out, and well, die before I was found. My doctor assured me that no one dies from VCD because once you pass out your vocal cords relax and you can breathe. Ahhhhh, not real assuring, thank you very much.
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