Helicopter rotor blades. I’m afraid they will hit my eyes. Even seeing them on a video is very uncomfortable and I have to look away or close my eyes until they’re gone.
Something supernatural coming to kill me, so I can’t explain anything to get help, and when I’m dead everyone thinks I died for some other reason.
Prions. Misfolded proteins that manage to get into your brain and just wreck shit. I don’t handle anything that would be contaminated or anything but just the idea of this non-living thing that will just replicate and cause havok - horrifying.
Having a slug come into contact with my feet or my socks or my shoes, but only if I am wearing them at the time. Anywhere else on my body is fine. I don’t know what harm will come from this occuring. I do know it is fine if a slug is touching my shoe, I pick it off, and then put on the shoe. My fear of snails is likely but unverified.
Floors I can see through (metal mesh, drainage grates, thick glass, etc.)
I struggle to walk across it, even when it can hold literal cars.
Suddenly falling over the railing that separates me from the long fall below.
I don’t generally have balance issues, and I know hundreds of people have successfully leaned on that railing, but I’ll be good standing a few steps back.
But I’d really prefer if everyone stood back, because it’s stressing me out to watch.
The invisible shark in the swimming pool. I will say nothing more
Invisible shark doot doot de doot de doo
Literally same here. Even getting skeeved out swimming in a video game.
I see you and salute you, internet person 🫡 Steering this anxiety riddled meatsack around the globe is suboptimal.
Definitely don’t play Sharks and Minnows, then…
I never knew that existed before today! Thanks, I hate it! 🤣🤣
Dropping my phone when I’m in a high place
Put it into airplane mode and worry no more.
Illogical fears require illogical solutions!
Similar, when I’m in a high place and I look down I have the sensation that my glasses will fall from my face into the void.
My glasses never have fallen from my face even doing jumps or stunts, but for some reason when I’m looking down from a balcony I’m terrified that they’ll just drop.Or when you walk over the threshold of an elevator door and there is that little gap. Same with keys.
Understandable
Raccoons, with their little hands and rabies and they’re not scared of people. They’re giant rats that will kill you as soon as look at you.
My old boss, as a child, adopted three orphaned kits.
He’ll confirm there’s nothing illogical about fearing those little thumbed miscreants.
Flying insects. I scream. Period.
Also, I adore them and I am fascinated by them. Period.
Fuckin hate bugs
I relate very much with the first half. For me, even the non flying ones seem to immobilise me. But I really don’t understand how you find them adorable. I mean I totally understand that they’re a very important piece of the ecosystem, but holy shit does my body stop working when I see one
I don’t find them adorable as in: 😍 but I rather adore the wonders that they bring to the world, like you said. So more as in: 🧐😯 check out eusociality and prepare to have you mind BLOWN 😃
Meeting myself in any variation.
I have no idea why, but I’ve always had this idea that if I met another me in the world it has to end in one of us dead. Doesn’t matter on the origin, clone, copy, alternate timeline, time travel, doppelganger, replicant, don’t care. There’s absolutely no way around, it’s on sight and to the death.
This is one of my most consist feelings in life and I often wonder if it’s because I consumed my twin in the womb. As a child I came up with an arrangement that if I accidentally time travelled I’d be able to use to contact myself indirectly so that we can’t cross paths.
Of course, the chance of any of these things happening is insanely low so it’s kind of dumb to have a plan in place for its eventual occurrence.
So if you walk past yourself in Walmart, do you just go ham instantly and beat the shit out of you?
Is it possible it’s actually pent-up sexual frustration and you’d actually bone you?
Being murdered for being trans while living in Oregon. It shouldn’t happen, but it’s not impossible.
Damn, sorry that’s a reality you’re forced to live in.
Two people hit it with a downvote.
I have no idea what the downvotes are trying to communicate.
- ”that’s right, tranny, we’re coming for you”
- ”this content doesn’t improve Lemmy“
- ”trans people aren’t discriminated against”
Or something else entirely that I can’t articulate.
Whatever the reasons for the downvotes people have left, my feelings are true and I feel them.
I wasn’t one of them but I can only guess:
“This, unfortunately is a logical fear and therefore doesnt answer the question.”My down votes usually mean “I don’t like what you said and therefore don’t like you”
The users who downvoted you were iconoclast@feddit.uk and FudgyMcTubbs@lemmy.world. I’m sure it would make their respective day(s) if you asked them.
I’ve given up trying to make heads or tails of downvoters’ behavior. I am convinced that some people here either think there is some “algorithm” that will magically stop showing them some type of content if they downvote it (I can’t imagine I’ve pissed in that many people’s cornflakes, so that’s my theory anyhow) and others who don’t quite understand that there’s no such thing here as reddit style karma.
I dunno. It is what it is. I think fewer people realize than they should that votes are publicly accessible on Lemmy, though.
(Don’t look at me. I haven’t downvoted anyone in four months.)
Yeah, there’s enough content on Lemmy to see everything in a half hour and then get on with the day. I like that.
The algorithm is set to “here’s everything except what you blocked.”
People downvote me all the time. I usually deserve it, unlike you in this case. Either way Fuck em, try not to care. Any thought you put into it is largely wasted.
My spouse was still sleeping earlier so I tried to sneak into the room to grab my phone I left on the nightstand. When I was walking out I stepped on a stuffed mouse on a string (usually hangs from a doorframe so the cat can play with it but he pulled it down apparently). When I stepped on it I thought it was a real animal and soon as my foot felt the pressure of pushing down on such an object I jerked it up roughly to my waist, kicked the door I was trying to walk through and it slammed shut.
One of those moments where you want to apologize, but really then you are just causing more noise to wake them up further.
Tldr; I’m an idiot
Surprisingly often at the beach near me I’ll step on a whiting that wriggles off.
I have very mixed feelings about this: first I jump 10 feet in the air, then I worry that I hurt the fish, then I regret not catching & eating it.
Edit: also relief that is wasn’t a flathead or baby stingray.
Palmetto bugs.
Not illogical. I was talking with a friend one night under a tree and had one fall on my face. Super gross.
Palmetto bugs.
In NJ they were 3 inches long, sleek and black and abhorrent. Ugh!
Getting stabbed on the bus. Everytime a crazy guy gets on the bus and starts yelling im like fuck today is the day.
Its not logical because the chance of it happening is extremely low due to low crime + he cant stab everyone on the bus so ive got a 1/30 chance. Also i probably only have the worry because very often i read news about people getting attacked on public transport in my city.
Be first to stab anyone who yells to get out in front of the issue?
But then people will be afraid to yell crazily in a bus for fear of getting stabbed by a slient unsuspecting office worker
At least that would be a logical fear. Problem solved.
