Topic: Rational and Irrational Fears (Read 11908 times)

Disposable Ninja · « **on:** March 01, 2009, 01:11:44 AM »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCOQ0VU24xw

And now I can't stop checking the back of my head to make sure that nothing is bursting out of there. Seriously, I can totally feel all of those Cordyceps just... just growing all up back in there.

Also: Randomly getting shot. Surprisingly rational fear.

Bongo Bill · « **Reply #1 on:** March 01, 2009, 01:14:02 AM »

Bees. I am phobic of bees, wasps, and the like. Never been stung, probably not allergic, but something about them.... It's like they're out to get me. I've gotten better about them over the years but I still can't be entirely at ease if I know there's one in the vicinity.

Norondor · « **Reply #2 on:** March 01, 2009, 01:57:17 AM »

That my consciousness won't end when i die, and i'll be trapped, alone and cold, in the dark, forever.

This has been keeping me up nights since i was six.

Friday · « **Reply #3 on:** March 01, 2009, 02:10:50 AM »

You too eh

Arc · « **Reply #4 on:** March 01, 2009, 02:22:46 AM »

No worries.

I've been to the other side.

They have a pool table.

Hustlin' Ben Franklin for his Ben Franklins.

Mongrel · « **Reply #5 on:** March 01, 2009, 07:40:04 AM »

Quote from: Norondor on March 01, 2009, 01:57:17 AM

That my consciousness won't end when i die, and i'll be trapped, alone and cold, in the dark, forever.

This has been keeping me up nights since i was six.

The reverse. But with the same effect.

Lady Duke · « **Reply #6 on:** March 01, 2009, 08:24:34 AM »

I have loads of irrational fears/phobias.

Dolls, puppets, bugs, spiders, fishies (but only in the water with me), and ventriloquist dummies.

Classic · « **Reply #7 on:** March 01, 2009, 08:31:03 AM »

Quote from: Norondor on March 01, 2009, 01:57:17 AM

That my consciousness won't end when i die, and i'll be trapped, alone and cold, in the dark, forever.

This has been keeping me up nights since i was six.

This, only with a few annoying relatives.

Also, you're one fucked up dude I_M.

Brentai · « **Reply #8 on:** March 01, 2009, 09:08:45 AM »

That when I die, I'll have to go back to the beginning and do the entire motherfucking thing over again.

Fredward · « **Reply #9 on:** March 01, 2009, 09:11:06 AM »

That when I die, there will be a CONTINUE? screen, but I will be out of quarters.

But seriously, heights. Hate heights. Climbing the Eiffel Tower was too much for me. However, I'm fine with planes.

Guild · « **Reply #10 on:** March 01, 2009, 09:20:03 AM »

I have an irrational fear that one day while walking somewhere I'll trip and stab myself with something in my hand.

Fortinbras · « **Reply #11 on:** March 01, 2009, 09:29:37 AM »

Getting old. When I really think about getting old I think it`ll be completely awesome, I`ll be able to do all kinds of stuff young people can`t do or at least not as well, like smoking a pipe and wearing brocade and acting like a wellspring of occult knowledge, but at the same time I`m viscerally terrified of it and wish I could be nineteen until the day I die.

Kazz · « **Reply #12 on:** March 01, 2009, 10:17:39 AM »

Animal Crossing.

Honestly, the game creeps me out. It's so lonely. (Except for the fake robot people.)

Niku · « **Reply #13 on:** March 01, 2009, 10:24:07 AM »

Quote from: Fredward on March 01, 2009, 09:11:06 AM

But seriously, heights. Hate heights. Climbing the Eiffel Tower was too much for me. However, I'm fine with planes.

This. I am specifically afraid of any unenclosed height. Open balconies, stairwells, ladders, etc. If all there is is a thin railing between me and a horrible plummeting death, I will be thirty feet away from that railing. But planes and windowed in areas and so on, no problems.

Kazz · « **Reply #14 on:** March 01, 2009, 10:46:30 AM »

Guns. I don't care if it's a cop or a psycho, a guy walking around with a gun really puts me on edge. (in real life only, of course)

Lottel · « **Reply #15 on:** March 01, 2009, 10:51:49 AM »

I fear that the next snide remark or asshole comment I make will finally push that person off the deep end. And then next thing I know I am dead with 16-24 stab wounds in my chest and them fighting off the police and getting shot.

Worst part is no one will know what funny thing I said!

Koah · « **Reply #16 on:** March 01, 2009, 11:00:07 AM »

Firearms and knives, or more specifically, the possibility of me killing myself in a completely off-the-cuff fashion. Like an, "oh hey, let's try this

" impulse that comes completely out of the blue.

Burrito Al Pastor · « **Reply #17 on:** March 01, 2009, 11:09:59 AM »

I have a deep-seated fear that one day the media might decide I'm interesting.

It's irrational that they might be interested in me, but rational that it's a thing to be feared.

Mongrel · « **Reply #18 on:** March 01, 2009, 11:30:26 AM »

It's not really a fear so much as a growing certainty that I will never achieve anything worth speaking of (not even the small victories of the average non-descript man), improve anyone's life in a meaningful way, socially be anything more than an intentionally insufferable annoyance, and in general acheive nothing more than basic material survial. And that, only barely.

That I should pass from this earth having spent most every waking moment of my whole life trying to learn anything I could, to the best of my limited abilities without having used a lifetime of training to improve the lot of my species in even the smallest way shape or form.

There's old Calvin and Hobbe comic I can't seem to find online, where Hobbes asks Calvin what he would wish for, if he could wish for anything. Calvin of course has a long and elaborate list of extravagent items he would wish for. Hobbes' reply is that he would wish for a sandwich. Calvin declares that that to be the stupidest thing he's ever heard. The final panel shows Hobbes, enjoying a sandwich. He taunts, 'I got my wish', while Calvin's face bears an expression that indicates he still hasn't learned a thing.

Well, I've always the kid who wished for the sandwich but wound up with an empty plate. Maybe I should have demanded the trillion billion dollars, space shuttle, and private continent after all.

Doom · « **Reply #19 on:** March 01, 2009, 11:34:05 AM »

I had that fear, IM, until I started thinking of simple acts of charity in Butterfly Effect terms.

Or, you know, the "How could that little thing have affected the world for the infinitely better?" Maybe my simple journey through the planet Earth benefited Humanity in ways I can't imagine because I helped somebody.

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