The least logical thing I know is Donald Trump, and I’m afraid this idiot will set the world on fire…
Spontaneous human combustion.
Watched a documentary on it as a kid and I’ve had the fear in the back of my mind ever since
Swimming pool drains. I panic if I get above one. No idea why. I used to love swimming/diving as a kid but I always made sure to stay as far away as I can from the drains. I didn’t go to a swimming pool for like 20 years (mostly because of body dysforia but the drains did play a role as well), only recently I’ve been to a spa - and I’m like a cat with a cucumber around the drains.
Oh, and leeches. Never want to see one of those fuckers in real life.
Also I have a fear of getting worms. One of my late cats got that type which, if in a wrong host, can travel to the eyes.
TV bumpers/“vanity plates.” The Viacom and 20th Century Fox ones were particularly bad when I was a kid. I don’t watch much TV…
Dying with unspent money in my bank account
I can help with that.
Helicopter rotor blades. I’m afraid they will hit my eyes. Even seeing them on a video is very uncomfortable and I have to look away or close my eyes until they’re gone.
How are you with kitchen blenders?
They don’t bother me. The blades are not exposed. I also own a ceiling fan and it doesn’t bother me either, even though it has exposed blades.
Something supernatural coming to kill me, so I can’t explain anything to get help, and when I’m dead everyone thinks I died for some other reason.
Prions. Misfolded proteins that manage to get into your brain and just wreck shit. I don’t handle anything that would be contaminated or anything but just the idea of this non-living thing that will just replicate and cause havok - horrifying.
Floors I can see through (metal mesh, drainage grates, thick glass, etc.)
I struggle to walk across it, even when it can hold literal cars.
Having a slug come into contact with my feet or my socks or my shoes, but only if I am wearing them at the time. Anywhere else on my body is fine. I don’t know what harm will come from this occuring. I do know it is fine if a slug is touching my shoe, I pick it off, and then put on the shoe. My fear of snails is likely but unverified.
Are you, perhaps, immortal?
Raccoons, with their little hands and rabies and they’re not scared of people. They’re giant rats that will kill you as soon as look at you.
Palmetto bugs.
I grew up in Florida but I haven’t lived there in a long time and I had a visceral fear reaction to just reading the words “palmetto bugs.” AUGH.
Not illogical. I was talking with a friend one night under a tree and had one fall on my face. Super gross.
I just mean I know logically they aren’t harmful but my mind cannot. I’m not scared of spiders or lizards or snakes but those overgrown roaches strike absolute terror into my heart since I was little. I am so sorry you experienced that. I’ve had them fly at me.
So few of them around now, and my logical & rational fear is that is a bad sign for the world. But it has been amazing to be able to work in the yard without the constant fear of picking up a brick or stone, they used to come out from under every single upturned stone.
Palmetto bugs.
In NJ they were 3 inches long, sleek and black and abhorrent. Ugh!
Meeting myself in any variation.
I have no idea why, but I’ve always had this idea that if I met another me in the world it has to end in one of us dead. Doesn’t matter on the origin, clone, copy, alternate timeline, time travel, doppelganger, replicant, don’t care. There’s absolutely no way around, it’s on sight and to the death.
This is one of my most consist feelings in life and I often wonder if it’s because I consumed my twin in the womb. As a child I came up with an arrangement that if I accidentally time travelled I’d be able to use to contact myself indirectly so that we can’t cross paths.
Of course, the chance of any of these things happening is insanely low so it’s kind of dumb to have a plan in place for its eventual occurrence.
So if you walk past yourself in Walmart, do you just go ham instantly and beat the shit out of you?
Is it possible it’s actually pent-up sexual frustration and you’d actually bone you?
Suddenly falling over the railing that separates me from the long fall below.
I don’t generally have balance issues, and I know hundreds of people have successfully leaned on that railing, but I’ll be good standing a few steps back.
But I’d really prefer if everyone stood back, because it’s stressing me out to watch.
needles at the doctor. getting my shots and withdrawing blood is such a mental hassle for me
