Velocity. Speed freaks me out.
Not a phobia, but I REALLY don’t want to grow old.
The thought of not being able to run or jump or be as strong as I was in my 20s bums me out.
I don’t mind dying but I’d rather not limp to the finish line, would prefer instead to finish strong.
Just the fact that simply walking is painful for some old people makes me SMH.
a normal yellow wasp bit my penis once at the beach when I was a child. I jumped from fear and she left scarred too. it was my first blowjob…
the Oriental Hornet is spread throughout the world. Where I live it can be seen in some islands in the Mediterranean. I watched some of them drink water from a barrel.
Saved some from drowning too. Hope they wont sting me in return…
What I fear is large spiders. I wasnt afraid until one bit me when I was a teen.
it’s said some people are more prone to get attacked by spiders than others.
must be your evilness inside you.
lmao one of my favourite things to experience
Yeah, going high speed is fun as Hell, especially around a corner.
yo what is the fear of the ocean called? I hated when I went down to Florida, and was at Daytona Beach, and you have like zero fucking clue whats out there ready to eat you.
I was smoking weed with my buddy a year ago in my backyard at night, and some raccoons were coming along the fence, and he fucking PANICKED. Terrified of them, like he got gang raped by a pack of them. I see them all the time. Only saw a possum once, and it had rabies. It was cornered, and just showing its crazy needle teeth and foaming at the mouth. My idiot friend back then wanted to pet it. Oh, high school, I miss thee.
Yeah, deep water combined with oceans scare me. It feels like you are going to get swallowed up into the deep unknown and die.
It’s not the clown itself but the whole presentation.
It starts off with just some sheets hanging to dry and a little girl in front of her house. The wind moves the sheets, nothing there. The wind moves the sheets, clown out of no where. A couple seconds later, the clown and girl are both gone with only some blood remaining on her bike.
The part you should find scary is not IT’s ability to invade your mind enabling it to both read your mind and create powerful illusions, manipulate space, teleport, etc, but the fact that the events were based on a true story.
Being ElderGOD though, I have no phobias. Fear as anxiety is a useless emotion, to me at least, but the awareness of concern is necessary. There are things that I’m scared of in the sense that I know there are some things humans should not do, like stick their hands into flames, or maybe that’s not really fear, just awareness.
An example was when I was training in the mountains for hours. After which I went back to my house, got some more water, and then decided to go looking for berries/mushrooms in the forest (small hobby) while still tired from my training. In the middle of the forest, a wolf approached me, and I was tired, and it looked hungry. Fortunately, when I go into the forest, I carry my stick. Here is my old wolf story:
The thing that people with no experience usually think is that they can just knock out punch a wolf from the front. This is false from my experience. If you approach from the front, you may think you got a fast rocket punch but its tangential velocity is actually much less and wolves know to stay tangential and move with it so that when you swing, your wrist will just end up between their teeth and they will snap it in half easily.
I only had one experience and some more background info is that I don’t look for a Y stick (very useful against snakes), I carry my own metallic one (heavy and is rusted so it has good friction). What I did was not run or make any sudden movements (their fear radar would just go off and promote a chase/attack). It didn’t work so when it kept approaching I extended the stick (aka zoning and controlling space). It stopped approximately 5 feet in front of me and just stared at me. I didn’t look it in the eyes and I didn’t move. Then it almost lunged at me but I repositioned the stick and it stopped quickly.
I then slowly moved to the side in an arc. I did this to complete a circle to get a full 360 degree view to see if there were any other predators (I know that wolves almost never are alone). Strangely, I didn’t see anything, but it was hard to tell in the woods since you don’t really have much open space but I still assumed I could be attacked from any angle at any time and cautiously listened for even the smallest sound of movement, even a leaf naturally falling.
I also tried to slowly move to make it move too to try to exhaust it or maybe get it a little dizzy (I didn’t know if it could even get dizzy, I just tried something, not like I had many option selects, I don’t carry guns when I go mushroom picking so it’s not like I could just AHVB it or if it calls assist AHVB all of them together for the win).
Anyways, it looked like it got bored, tired, or pissed off and decided to jump me. I intercepted it with my stick and it tried to do a battle of strength. I kept applying pressure in line with it so it wouldn’t release the stick but I allowed it to move us together to make it think it was in control while I was actually choosing the angle of direction to make it walk into the side of a tree where I changed the angle of the stick to put pressure on the wolf between the stick and the tree.
It tried to back up and did, but I accomplished my goal. I used this opportunity to move to the side to make it lose its line of sight with me while I could hear where it was with each step. At this moment, I focused all my strength for a downward strike towards the tree and I would shift my attack ~45 degrees to the side where the wolf would try to come from. My body was both mentally and physically at its max, waiting.
It chose my right, which was actually bad luck for me because my downward swing slightly to the left with both hands is superior. I was thinking about my recovery and my next move in case it dodges it but it actually tried to prove its strength and grab the stick but it couldn’t match the speed and power of the ElderSwing and it received the metallic stick to the top of its head and it wasn’t a strike where it hit the edge of the wolf’s head and the swing would slide off the head and keep going down to the floor, I mean it hit on the head and absorbed the full force to the point that my swing stopped.
The wolf started to stutter and at that point I moved the stick under the leg that was closest to my right and flipped the wolf over towards the tree and applied pressure to the neck while I slowly moved in closer and lower. Once I was almost behind it, I got on top of it and put it in a choke until it passed out then held on an extra 30 seconds while keeping my eye out for other wolves. Before it passed out, it started to make these sounds that made me feel really bad. I changed my submission to just using my right hand and my body when it had almost no energy left and used my other hand to gently pet it and talk calmly to it to calm it down. Once I could feel that it was losing energy I stopped because I didn’t want to kill it, even though it would jeopardize my safety.
That’s not a safe prank to pull.
The new place I moved to people don’t get killed in the street, surprisingly no one attacked me yet, but I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to turn it up again:
Since I stopped holding back and started training more seriously before I finished college, I have never lost.
Which brings us back to this topic, because there are many people who live in fear because they hold back. Just like fighting Strider in MvC2, if you hold back the whole time, you will lose.
That is stupid, you’d be dead, why do you care about that? You wouldn’t feel it since it’s sudden, you would just cease to be.
Sudden death is the best death you can have, no bullshit comes with it and you don’t have to suffer at all. Better than rotting away from cancer or having your mind slip.
Which is my fear, of having a mental disability or brain disease like dementia, Parkinson’s, or Alzheimer’s.
That shit is worse than dying, that’s living without actually being “alive”, IMO, in most cases. Everything you knew, and are, or were, just fucking slipping out of your head every day until you die. I’m glad no one in my family has it, but fuck.
I have a “sort of” fear of zombies.
When I was a little kid I was super afraid of them, then I grew out of it, and now I play zombie games and watch zombie movies and shows, and reading zombie books and comics and all that shit just fine.
but…
I have nightmares from time to time involving a zombie apocalypse, and those actually fucking scare the shit out of me, and they usually have things in common:
- Most of them are around the start of the outbreak, when everyone is acting crazy and shit, and riots, and breaking into houses, and all of that.
- The zombies are always fast.
- It’s alway in my city, 8 times out of 10 around my house.
- For some weird fucking reason, most of the dreams will continue if left unfinished until the next time I dream, and in very few cases a third time, until the story is completed. So one night I could be dreaming of a guy breaking into my house to escape from zombies, and me teaming up with him, and I wake up. Then the next night It picks back up, and it turns out the dude was bitten, and he turns, and he eats me, and it’s over. Really trippy shit. Sometimes it skips the next time or next few nights and picks back up later, but they usually get completed about half of the time.
- Always shown in the third person, and cinematic-like.
- 9 out of 10 times I die at the end of the dream or dreams.
I try to remember them and/or write the good ones down.
I have no fear of zombies regularly, but when I go to sleep it’s like i’m terrified of them again for some reason, and very vividly.
This shit happens at least once a month.
All this talk of giant wasps, I have a video of one from this job I used to have:
How do you know you will cease to be, Flying Dinosaur? Have you actually died and came back from the dead to give evidence of our non-existence after death? I doubt it.
Imagine it like falling asleep every night, you never know the precise moment you fell asleep, you only know that you did when you wake up, or when you aware that you are dreaming. For that period of time that you have no recollection, where your consciousness is essentially turned off you can consider that a type of “ceasing to be”.
That make sense. I have an argument against it, but it will end up delving into spirituality and science, and nobody will like that. 
We can debate this in PM’s though.
Except it probably hurts a lot worse leading up to the point of death than to the point where you fall asleep. Especially if you are aware you are dying (like getting eaten alive).
got damn, I am fucking glad I live in Canada where poisonous shit, giant bugs, natural disasters, and all that nasty shit doesn’t really exist.
Heights. I really hate elevators too, and my job is on the 9th floor but fuck the stairs.
Don’t you have bears? Or are they just as polite as you folk?
Yeah, Canadians are really cool people. They would actually go out of their way to help you.