Irrational Fears
 

I finished up an application for a grant this morning. As part of the process, I needed to include all transcripts from all institutions I attended. Even though I know what my GPA was, before I opened my copies of the transcripts an irrational fear plagued me. "What if someone changed a grade? What if there was a misprint on my degree?"

Every semester before I would open grades I'd have the same fear and I'd have to psych myself up the way someone does before a set on the bench before opening them.

I also hate clowns and want to kill every clown I see.

What are your most bizarre/irrational fears?

Oh, and before someone gets it in post #2:

First Round QB/Chiefs

Ants.

There are too many to keep track of...

F**K it, I'm outtahere.

We load our sprayer on a truck and haul it, chemical, and water around the county. I'm ALWAYS worried shit is going to fall off even though I tied it all down.

I've even stopped a mile down the road and checked everything more often than I'd care to admit.

snakes.

Ghosts, even though I don't believe in them.

The Burger King. He's just creepy.

and I always have a dream that I'm in the navy on the carrier, and I can't find my uniforms. then, somewhere along the line, I suddenly 'realize' that my enlistment was up like 5 months prior and I somehow 'forgot' to go home.

****ing weird.

Bats

Chinese women driving mini-vans in the rain at rush hour.

midgets. in football unis.

I have the "forgot" dream, but it always involves me being enrolled in a class for about 13 weeks before I realize that I've never attended class. I have that dream at least twice a month.

Wasps. If I'm on a ladder and a wasp surprises me acting pissed off I'd jump off even if it was 3 stories. Bees don't bother me. Just those awful flying wasps that evolved from some alien planet and flew here just to terrorize me.

Mediocre QBs.

I once shot a bat with some pheasant load. That's all I got.

I get anxious about things like this, particularly with locking the door to my house and turning off the stove. If I cook something and know I'll be leaving my house a short time later, I'll always be sure to triple and quadruple check to make sure I've turned the stove off before I leave.

Also, I think from the fact that doing things like locking your door become so automatic over time, I often can't remember if I've done it when I leave the house. For this, I've irrationally spent loads of time wondering if I completed the action or not. I used to be REALLY bad about this, but lately I've learned that the fear is pretty irrational and have been able to get over it after the first passing thought...

On a bit of a different note, I have a pretty irrational, well, I can't call it fear, but I am very hesitant to swim in murky water. That hesitation mainly comes from crocodiles and sharks. I still swim in the ocean and love doing so, but the thought is always in my mind.

yep; I do too. Being in HS; my senior year and trying to get really good grades (compared to my real life grades...which were, uh. 'lacking'), working hard on grades etc. People will ask me why I'm there..then I realize..."Yeah...WTF am I doing here"?

no idea what those types of dreams mean.

I'm with you on clowns. I don't think it's too irrational, proven by that skit in the direct tv commercial

Mr. Tomahawk took mine. I'm absolutely terrified of falling into a hoard of ants.

Being sued by some worthless **** who is just looking to take advantage of the system.

Emory boards. Cannot stand them. Can't touch them. Certainly can't be in the same room with someone using them. Holy shit no. I get anxiety, dry mouth, and everything.

I have no idea why.

I have a 1 mil umbrella policy through State Farm for just that reason.

Cost 150 per year.

Fair point. It got me. I was never the same after that movie. Ruined Bozo for life.

I've actually had someone change my grades before. Took me forever to straighten thatout.

Being trapped in an elevator for several hours

Do you avoid elevators?

I do this too.

Dad is the screw it, it'll ride type while I'm constantly seeing if I can see the chains in the mirror or just stopping and making sure I tied it down good after checking to make sure I tied it down good twice before we left. LMAO

No, because I can't. But I don't really like going in them.

Awesome. Where do you live? I don't believe that you have properly taken care of your sidewalk....

I fear I will have a heart attack at an early age.

I'm afraid of having OCD. Everyone else in my immediate family has OCD. I wiki the symptoms several times per hour and make sure each of my actions is neither obsessive nor compulsive.

That isn't irrational.

Fish. They don't blink.

Flying & spiders.

I can get over spiders. They're just really creepy.

Flying terrifies me and I'm really working on trying to get better with it. 1, I have to fly once a year for my job (actually took a bus once to Orlando). 2, I don't want to limit where my wife & little girl can go for vacation for the rest of my life.

Thankfully there's seemingly a lot of helpful videos on youtube to help this... Well that and some hard liquor ;)

HOLY **** THE IRONY ROFL

Franchise QB's /True Fans

I do. Being trapped doesn't bother me. The fear that the counterweight and other safety measures all simultaneously fail the moment I decide to walk through the door, slice-crushing me from stem to stern is just too much.

I routinely take 5+ flights of stairs at work, friend's apartments, department stores...

When I was in college, I lived on the top floor of my dorm. That was 11 stories of stairs at least twice a day.

Pregnancy complications and childbirth freaks me out. I almost get sick thinking about all that stuff. I have to walk around for a bit if there is a miscarriage in a movie/TV scene.

I also have the "never went to class/forgot I had one" dream

LMAO
nice

Mice.
I just……ohhh my GOD…..I just puked a little bit in my mouth……
I know EXACTLY when it started….many years ago….
I was up late reading Stephen King, everyone is asleep and I keep hear this noise. I finally get up and start….tracking this noise. I’d hear it and move in the appropriate direction and stop and wait for it again. Repeating this process took me into the back living room and behind a bar we had then. Behind this bar sitting on a chair is a huge, half empty, open bag of dog food. I’m behind the bar squatting down next to the chair listening and the noise comes again. I stand up peek over the edge of the open bag and this ****ing mouse jumps directly at my face. OH….MY……GOD! Sumbitch looked lion sized coming right at me! It had to have come within an inch or so of my nose. So being all manly and shit I’m like……AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Dammit just puked a little bit again.

I’ll never be the same.
I took that bag of dogfood out in the driveway in about 8 inches of snow and I’m trying to dump the little bastard out. Food is pouring into the snow and that thing is swimming back into the bag. I couldn’t deal. I finally threw the bag down and ran back into the house like a bitch. sorry dog, you going hungry yo.

Damn I’m grossed out.

So….snakes and spiders, I got that shit. No problem. Mice…..that’s on my wife. I don’t do mice.

Good point.

That the Chiefs will never draft a first round QB.


But I'm not sure that is irrational.

I guess I'm missing something about the "irony;" I have one of those policies as well. I suppose if you have nothing of value you don't need to protect it? As far as I'm concerned, the umbrella policy is a necessity.

Oh and an irrational fear of used up retread QBs from San Francisco.

on a plane

oooh! I forgot.

those little wooden spoon things sometimes served with a cup of ice-cream etc. :# makes my skin crawl.

I have an acute case of acrophobia, that has grown progressively worse over the years.

I was able to overcome it in the Navy, hanging out of the doors of H-34s and H-3s as a rescue crewman by mentally putting myself somewhere else.

But now, it has grown so bad that I can't watch TV shows or look at internet pictures of high places.

Last week, I put sheet rock up on the 11 foot ceiling of my garage, and even with scaffolding and my over built protective railing, I was very uncomfortable.

We stayed on the 56th floor of the Cosmopolitan last May, and my wife had no problem sitting out on the balcony reading. I couldn't even look, let alone go out there.

Basically everything. Anxiety is a bitch.

I used to have one very similar to that, actually. Haven't had it in years now, but yeah, very similar, and recurring.

seriously though, I'm always weary of the other shoe to drop whenever anything is going well. We're doing so much better since th job loss and foreclosure in '08. 1000% better. almost debt free; better pay; better job.

....just waiting for some other bullshit to happen to put is right back at square wrong.

This is good advice.

Even better is to go to $2MM for probably $250/year or $3MM for maybe $325 or so. I hate to say it, but $1MM isn't really alot these days, and if you have real assets, it's worht it to protect them.

It's there... The fish hit the bait so hard the ****ing reel melted. LMAO


There's a thread you should read, but I'm not searching for it.

being the lead actor in a snuff film featuring all the 'no's from the "Would You"? thread. / Omaha.

Beautiful tee up ghak!

Yes... why would I want to eat with something used to gag you at the doctor's office. They taste like hell too. Just give me a damn spoon!

LMAO

Dude admitted to faking an injury so that he could sue someone for money.

Wow, what a douche

alien abduction

Anything to do with locking things.

If I leave the house and I can't specifically remember the act of locking my front door....I will turn around and check to make sure it's locked before leaving.

The same goes for my car. I have to hit the lock button on my keychain 4-5 times while walking from my car to the house. Before bed....I'll specifically push lock on the keychain a couple of times so that I can hear the beep from my house.

The other one has to do with my wallet. I'm always constantly checking my back pocket to make sure it's still there.....like it ****ing magically jumped out or something. And after I pay with my debit card....I'll check to make sure my debit card is back in my wallet a couple of times.

although it's not a fear or anything....along the same line of OCD thinking...I can't tell you how many times I pull the emergency brake release when I'm driving. I mean....I KNOW it's released....but just in case.....

Aliens. I dont even believe in conspiracy theories. I dont think our hovt is sophisticated enough to agree with like Saudi Arabia to not disclose that there are aliens. But the thought of getting elevated out of my bedroom and analed probed scarea the crap outta me.

Oh ****, I think I put on the parking brake hooking up the boat at lunch :hmmm:

Thanks for the reminder!

That would be the best part!

If they were chicks I mean.

Um, Nevermind...

NK females with guns.

Chinese Ginger Midgets. They freak me the **** out!

Having my achelies tendon cut

I've had that dream probably twice a week since I graduated from college almost 15 years ago.

I wouldn't say fear of snakes is irrational since some can kill you with 1 bite.

He's talking about trouser snakes. Completely different deal........

I feared mine until I put a smiley face on it

What if they were all like the 3 tittied chick from Total Recall?

Worms. I used to think if you stepped on a worm it became 2 worms. Now I understand if you step on it the part not squished survives (right?). That creeps me out.

Clowns 100% and while its not irrational to me I'm sure to a lot of people it is, demons/attachment/possession & oppression.

I fear irrational fear threads.

Anal probe?

Heights and the overpass from north bound I29 to east bound I94.

I feel like I always leave my door unlocked.

Doing that, and coming home to nothing always freaks me out.

I've headed home (Wichita) gotten on the highway, thought about potentially leaving my door unlocked and came back to check.

Pretty sad really.

I leave my door unlocked because my dog would eat you if you were dumb enough to open it after he barked at you. He warned you.

Black power