Im pretty claustrophobic, when i was a kid i went to this play land/museum thing that had an exhibit where you had to crawl through a pitch black tunnel (to this day i still wonder why the hell they had this exhibit). It was clearly marked as a one way thing but obviously some jackasses decided to go in the wrong way and low and behold i got stuck in the middle of the tunnel with people in front of me and behind me with no way out in pitch blackness (goddamn even thinking about it freaks me the fuck out). To this day I hate enclosed spaces, and while I’m not exactly phobic of them i have a strong strong dislike of small elevators.
I also get really freaked out thinking about death and what comes after it. Its not that I’m scared to die, its just that when i think about what comes after and the concept of eternity i get panicky and all freaked out pretty fast, same thing happens when i think about the the size of the universe. Just scary stuff that i find hard to fathom.
Understandable. Thinking about American Rabbit, The Enchanted Forest, and Mr. Rossi Looks for Happiness makes me very uncomfortable to this day. None of them are claymation, but you know.
i used to have the tape with this and the other one you posted, plus a bunch of other ones. this one was pretty weird/creepy i fucking loved it though.
I have a phobia of going to large parties that have alcohol, be it a frat party, birthday party, random party, whatever. Every party I went to always went the same:
-things are ok
-people start drinking
-I have to go and defend my girlfriend from some random drunk which leads to either:
A) Looooooooooooooong convos with some dude who has a ton of slurs
or
B) Me putting them in a guillotine or simply holding them down until they’re chill
I used to think I simply had bad luck after the first 3 but I never got to experience the whole go have fun, leave feeling happy. I simply refuse to go to parties with lots of alcohol and people because I worry that one day I’ll be in the same situation except on the losing end. Would prefer to just sit around and smoke weed with people.
Incarceration scares the crap out of me, not because of the prison rape and all that lovely stuff, but the total lack of personal freedom. I love having my space and coming and going where I please and the very thought of being locked up in a tiny cell with two or more people terrifies me (I don’t even like roomates!).
If I was ever in a situation where I was facing hard time, I would seriously, SERIOUSLY consider suicide. Maybe this is why I’m not married.
Also, I have a fear of strokes and other brain ailments that you know… cause you to drop dead or become a vegetable. Every time I get a headache or feel a vein throb in my head, I will literally brace myself and think, “this is it!”