only 3? well... here is a bunch... pick 3

1: actually seeing things die.  I was witness to an avi of a man being decapitated a few days back.  Jay was talking online and opened a link somebody posted and there it was.  No warning, nothing.  Things like this make me lose faith in the human race.  (not that i had much to begin with... my mind kinda catalogs all the bad stuff and saves it up for a rainy day)

2. Fish (shutup) fish ALWAYS freak me out.  be they dead, alive, swimming gracefully, or flipping out of water.  I get nervous and nauseus in seafood resturants, and I literealy flip out at pet stores, especialy if they are large fish... and even more if they are above eye level... and god help the person who puts one in my way of escape. *shudders*

3. Aliens... dont know why... just freak me out.

4. Being lied to for a long period of time to "protect" me from some awfull truth.

5. Being Cheated on again.  Just now getting over trust issues... it takes FOREVER

6.  Being horribly wrong about what happens after we die

7.  Using drugs ever ever ever again

8.  Drunk people... either one or a huge croud... drunk people wig me out horribly

9.  forgetting who i am.  some times i sit and look through my eyes at my hands and think to myself this isnt who i am.  I look in the mirror and what i see isnt me.  I see a body and a familiar person, but realizing that i'm contained within said body and that that connection is as fragile as it is... confuses me

10.  knowing i've gone way far beyond losing all concept of reality... dont want to do it again.  People who use hallucinagens have a level system to rate how far out of it they are... 1 being a little high and screwy... 5 being total loss of ego, reality, and self

11.  Being judged as a bad person before all the facts are known

12.  Being raped... again


I'll shut up now  

1.  stereotypical trailer trash hicks
2.  stereotypical white supremist conservatives
3.  stereotypical dog people.  and their snarling dogs..


I want an axe murderer in my basement......  my brother used to think Tokka was in the basement, but an axe murderer would be cooler

Allright, there's also this fear of drowning.  I was riding a raft at some Jersey shore spot when I was younger and I got pounded by a wave and went under.  I was thrashing around because I couldn't find my way "up" to the surface.  I was totally turned around and losing air.  I finally figured out that I had to go limp and float to the surface.  Also stemming from that is sea creatures.  You never know what you're stepping on or what's swimming toward you like jellyfish.  So I stay far away from the ocean as well as swimming pools and things like that.  The only way I'll drown is by accidently driving off of a bridge or something.

umm,
1. falling, not heights, falling. i'm not afraid of heights until i look over the edge of a balcony.

2. clowns with white faces.

3. the dark, i have to have a light by my bed, because i can't get up & turn on the light, i'm afraid of something grabbing my ankles, like marybelle. i also can't go into a dark room & onto my bed, i think something will be on it.

4. horses. they're so frigging huge!

5. pain

that's all i can think of right now

One of my fears is being alone for the rest of my life.  I.e. not getting married and having kids.    

OMG, you're my HERO! My family and friends are convinced I'm the ONLY one with a horrid fear of crickets! One cornered me in a pet store and I screamed and cried until someone came and stepped on it. That took alot of courage on their part. I'm getting to be okay if they're far away whereif they hope a few times the won't get me but if one hops in my path, I'm panicking and running the other way faster than the speed of light.

Right:

I am PHOBIC of moths - i mean PHOBIC! But where i come from the moths are the size of small birds - but i can't even watch moths on tv or anything grrr moths.... grrrr ick ick ick eerrrr i have tried treatment but i can't even talk about them - grr yuck ick ick yuck ick ick .

My little brother being hurt - i  have lost nearly all of my family - he is my angel - it breaks my heart even thinking of him being hurt. GRR - god help whoever comes near him...

Being raped
Being held down
Being Drugged - these three stem from the same incident - blah blah blah long story.

Whoever said there dad was scared of popsicle sticks - my mum too.. how weird.

Animal Cruelty - i call this a fear because it is something i fear i guess.

Okay i'm a head case!!!

It's nifty... well, now it is. At first I cried my eyes out.


According to a friend of mine who went to Juvie... those things really do happen.


I dunno, that one seems pretty serious to me!  

as a kid I would burst into tears if someone hurt or killed an insect... I loved and still love them all... and I can't  imagine what horrible pain they must be feeling as my cousin used to slowly pull off a daddy long legs' legs....... and they'd twitch in his hands....  I would cry for hours on end after that.  

I don't mind being hurt or tormented, mentally, physically, or verbally.  I DO NOT like others being hurt..  whether they be human, insect, animal.. anything.  I always felt the need to take their abuse for them, and it was always like that even as a kid...  I would take the rap for my brothers just so they didn't get punished or hit by Dad...

I don't fear being tortured, raped, cut, burned, drowned, etc etc etc... I fear others having it done to them in front of me.  I can take  pain, and it's easy to concentrate on another area of your body so you don't feel it as intensely.. it's others I worry about

I want to add, I've been crying a lot lately while driving to NY... because of all the trucks carrying livestock, lately..... I hate passing them, seeing them crammed in there barely able to move... sometimes you see legs up in the air or sticking through the holes in the sides of the truck.  The pigs are the worse.......

I agree, these really are fascinating to read.  I'm not sure I've ever read such a long post so thoroughly.  Some of us seem to have a lot of fears in common.

kmw:  I agree with your fear of the axe murderer, but I must admit your wording had me laughing out loud, and still does.  I'm in a computer lab... supposed to be quiet...  *suppressed chuckle*  I think I laugh partly because I somewhat share the fear.

1.  Fear of someone breaking in to my house and "getting me," and everything that phrase implies.  Rape, torture, murder, whatever.  I'm afraid when I come home that someone will be hiding in my house, possibly under my bed or in a closet, just waiting for me to turn out the lights so they can jump out and get me.  Sometimes before bed I have to check under all the furniture and in all the closets to make sure.  I double lock the doors.  Oh, and of course it helps to have the cats with me.  They'll save me for sure!!  Good kitties!  I often have this feeling that someone is in one corner of my room at night, always the same corner, I just can't see them.  Like it's a ghost or something.  And I feel like my cats keep it away.  How crazy is that?  Like my cats are going to do anything besides a) stare, and then b) run, or c) ask it for some lovin', b or c depending on which cat it is.

2.  Bees and ticks (I figure both insect things can be grouped into one).  I freeze every time there's a bee around, I forget to breathe, I panic, I lose my ability to think, I freak out completely.  I've been stung about a zillion times, and I get more allergic every time.  They HATE me.  They want to kill me for sure.  And ticks -- I wasn't so afraid of them until I was running my hand through my husband's hair one evening, and I felt this little "scab."  I picked it off and looked at it, and it wiggled its horrid little legs at me.  I squealed and flung it across the room, and then of course we had to seek it out because obviously we couldn't have it wandering around the room.  I'm now terrified of finding more ticks on things (great fear for a vet, huh?  yeah), and, even worse, finding ticks on myself.  I don't know what I'll do if I ever find one on myself.

3.  Knives -- I have this irrational fear of knives.  I don't know why.  I cut myself with butter knives on a frequent basis, so perhaps that's why I fear the sharp ones -- if I cut myself with a sharp one I could easily lose a finger or something.  I don't even like to look at sharp ones.  And my parents have this little knife drawer mounted under their cabinets -- it opens by pulling down on it, but it sticks, so when you pull down it sort of jerks open.  I visualize the knives all flying out at me all at once, straight and fast, like on the Looney Toons cartoons.

Okay, that's all I can think of now.  I'm gonna be late, and I fear public humiliation from my senior clinicians -- the little senior student is late, where were you??  

Dying a painful, gruesome and extended death.

Having time to realise that I'm dying when my time comes to die (I don't want to know about it!!)

Being alone in the dark. I HATE that. Overactive imagination = hears noises = is convinced someone is out to kill her.

At night, even in summer, I need to have at least a quilt over me. It's weird... I need enough weight there for me to feel it... it's almost like if it's there, nothing could suddenly stab me or bite me or shoot me. It's a security thing. I can't lie in bed without something over the top of me.

I also get startled really easily. Things suddenly flying past my head or suddenly moving make me jump. My friend's house freaks me out - her cat is constantly leaping out of nowhere and it scares me half to death.