Share your phobia (however weird)

Just Poetic. :tup:

I am totally fine with that, however doesn’t sir implies knighthood while esquire implies squire? Seems like an oxymoron. If you were just stamping honorific titles doesn’t the inclusion of both sir and esquire make it redundant? Also the suffix ton would imply that I am from the town of killing which sounds a little silly. So I am the honorable man named Buzz from the town of Killing? However if you were to use “killing” as an adjective to make it into a noun it would be ambiguous because of the aforementioned reasons. I believe it is a gerund but I am not quite sure how that would be properly modified as a name. Hmm, this is good that you brought this to my attention because the English language is difficult to grasp so I thank you for pointing this out.

Balloons. I hate them. Its like they are just waiting to be popped and make a loud noise. Damn things make me spaz out. Weird huh?
Also heights but i gotta be outside if im in a building im cool

medusa is real :eek:

Shit like this is why nobody invites you to parties KNUFFLES. :rofl:

I don’t have any “phobias” because I am not an over-medicated piece of coddled shit. I am going to grow old if I am lucky, die and then cease to exist. So fucking what. I am not that special.

Seeing shit like that pisses me off. Whenever I see an extremely rare or unusual creature’s carcass being paraded around like that, I keep thinking that could be the last of its kind, possibly hundreds of years old and has been to places on this planet that humans cannot even possibly comprehend. Now it’s just a photo op for a bunch of fat ass douche bags.

Having said that, I would use the jet propulsion provided by the violent expulsion of shit from my anus to escape if something like that was swimming towards me. The creature would be blinded and confused by the thick cloud of aforementioned shit as I shoot off to safety.

i have a little phobia to injections and similar stuff, i know that it wouldn’t hurt and always take them, but i always get nervous at the thought of needing one
i also have sometimes some type of Acrophobia, but mostly if it implies of me jumping from a high place, the funny thing is that happens very, very rarely, like the 99.9999% of the time i can dive fine on the olympic pool but there is a little 0.0001% of chance that i will enter on a state of panic and wouldn’t be able to do the jump.
also while i’m not afraid of dead, i would love to live forever until the end of the times, knowing that there are a lot of stuff to learn and do, so many places and stuff to see on the vastness of the universe and being attached to the fragility and perishable nature of being a mere human pisses me off in some ways

T.T

I have been ousted!!!

heights…
crickets…
spiders…
stingy insects…
police…I’m black…
Not being in control…

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you must be gay or just a idiot. Anyone who likes anything with a dick is gay, I dont care what anyone says. And fat girls are gross.

The dentist chair, i cant sleep the night before and have to eat xanax

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I’m the complete opposite of you then. Death is the ultimate misery—just pure, unfiltered, cosmic injustice. Living is the greatest thing to me, beyond all value; the ultimate joy, assuming that you were lucky enough to be born with the requisite mental/physical faculties required to experience what most of us know as “reality”. I’m sure I wouldn’t feel this way if I was born with some crazy birth defect that caused me to be in constant pain, or couldn’t experience things as I do.

I don’t have death anxiety or a death phobia, but I occasionally get really irritated about the unavoidable prospect of it. It’s like when Kenshiro tells a random goon to “fall into a dreamless sleep” in Fist of the Northstar. That’s my expectation of death, a dreamless sleep.

This. It’s the knowing that annoys me. The knowledge of my own finitude. The realization that time marches on once you’re gone and all of the amazing things the living will get to see and experience but you won’t. It’s something I’ve reflected on (probably while high) to the point where I’ve moved beyond fearing death to lamenting the fundamental unfairness of the Universe. “Why death? Why finitude? It’s not fair.” The Universe just shrugs and says, “meh”. I love that quote from Tyron Lannister and it sums up how I feel about death:

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“We thought you were dead.”
“I’m glad you’re not dead.”
“Me too dear. Death is so boring, especially now with so much excitement in the world.”

I saw a quote that said something along the lines of we (humans) are the Universe experiencing itself subjectively. The Universe has no notion of fairness and deals in random select. The Universe literally does random meteor smashes on planets, like a scrubby Super Skrull. The quest for immortality as a form of rebellion against the Universe. The desire to live forever as a special kind of arrogance. If humanity ever reaches the point where immortality is possible then we’ll have successfully rebelled against Universe.

Airplanes.

Don’t care how safe they are, everytime I hear on the news that a plane crash because of an “unbelievable” error by the people working in the airport, I just can’t trust them.

But mostly is the feeling that I can’t do nothing to save my life. Like if I am drowning in the sea, I can at least try to swim or something.

Sharting. One of the worst experiences next to getting my pee hole swabbed at the clinic. I would rather hold in a fart all day and accept long term damage than to try to let one out and risk shitting my pants and have to deal with the aftermath.

I hate snakes. Them shits freak me out and they eat humans so yeah.

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Wasps have always made me flip out.
Most likey because of the fact we had a hive growing in our attic when I was 5 and you could hear them through the night.
Still gives me fucking chills.