I just found out a friend of mine is scared to death of dryer lint. I laughed until I remembered that I too have a stupid/random fear and have no room to talk. I get freaked out when the t.v. station ends their day and the colored lines come up and you just hear that long beeeeeeeeeeeeep. I laugh at it but it does freak me out.
So now that I have fessed up, anyone else feel like confessing? lol

Spiders

Medical students

Ghost crabs freak me out.

Water

The only fear I have anymore is being awake and feeling myself die. I don't ever want to experience that again.

My fear is that even after I die, I shall retain my consciousness and ego and sense of self.

I really, but really, don't want that to happen.

Yes, I fear death, too, and the process, but I'd rather die a thousand deaths in pain and misery than to have any life after the last of my deaths. In this world or in any other or others.

In this sense I fear that my feet will change places one night when I sleep. My analyst explains this irrational fear of mine with a blocked-out memory, what with my mom's putting the shoes on the wrong feet when she dressed me before I could remember, because she was dyslexic. Directionally dyslexic, not lexially dyslexic. And she was very, very good at math.

My brother and a maternal second cousin, once removed, fear birds and anything with feathers. They go and freeze and get woozie in the presence of birds. One summer a dove flew in the house, and my brother knew that, because he was home. But he was so taut and disgussed, that he could not bear himself to tell anyone.

My father and I found the bird a week later, when the stench of rotting flesh would become unbearable in the children's room. (We were three, I, bro and sis.) The bird was teeming with these things that eat rotting flesh. Dad picked it up on a dustpan and we burnt it in the stove. That, in turn, made Mom really sick and disgusted, coz half her family were burnt in the Krematoria in Auschwitz.

Dad, on the other hand, could not touch anythign hairy. Like peaches. His nightmare was to go to a ball and a woman in a velvet dress to ask him to dance. It happened in those days, during "ladies' choice". Dad was a diplomat, however low-ranking his position was, therefore while the rest of the country starved, including his family, right after the war, he enjoyed good food and decent surroundings once in a while at diplomatic receptions.

When his second wife, after he became widowed, told about Dad's aversion to touching any hairy things, to her best friend, Bertha, Bertha replied: "Oh? so how does he pee?"

My sister has no fears, as far as I know, she just was very nervous and jumpy, and pms took a tool on her and her own family for three or four decades.

Mom? Mom was an angel and a sweetheart. That's why I am so morose and arrogant. She spoiled me. She feared nothing but the return of Hitler. She considered every new day in her life a special gift. She wasn't grovelling or being pious; she had fun. She entertained the neighbourhood wives during their daily coffee ritual in the mid-afternoon with laughter. Everyone who came into any sort of contact with her, loved her, admired her, cherished her friendship. She was patient and understanding, while upbeat and fun. She was so hopeful for a better, kinder world, she was so emotially and in her spirit fed-up with the torture and undue control over her by the Nazis, that she wanted to eradicate all anger and hate and viciousness. So she taught us, her own kids: to never lie, never cheat, never steal, and always to avoid physical violence and conflict that could lead up to that.

My sister and our brother followed her teaching to a tee. To this day. I falter, sometimes. Mom told me to smoothe over personal differences with a joke when people look like they're ready to attack me.

She had a few bad points, like she was puritanic, and she fostered sexual repression in me. With both direct advice and with fearful omens.

Well, what do you know. She died when I was 13 y.o.a.

That put me into an emotional state of numbness, for a good 15 years, and after that first fifteen, I only came out of numbness halfway until I met Anja and my aunt died. Auntie's death and the love of Anja enabled me to give up smoking, which made me put on 30 lbs overnight, almost, and since then I haven't gone out on a date, ever, for lack of real accpetance of my body by women.

I fear nothing...No risk, no reward.

I fear never being able to fully extract myself from Mingle because of a very few people that I love and cannot interact with elsewhere.

earthworm...yeah..i know its really stewpid, but i almost peed on my pants the last time i saw one...if you know the cure,please,please,pleaseee...LET ME KNOW...

Stop having sex with Chinese men.

(Not true!! This is horrible, but I could not resist. Sorry.)

I fear love, relationships, and commitment.

Some of the stuff that was posted freaks me out but if faced with one of them I could suck it up and deal. Relationships do not freak me out. It's the process that I am struggling with. More of a nervousness than a fear I guess. My son is freaked out by clowns yet loves zombies so figure that one out. Did I mention he is only 1st grade? lol

Any reason or just their lack of know how?

For the most part, I feel the same way. Awesome way to live

Spiders and snakes

glitter

When I'm really, really anxious about something, I will have nightmares about something happening to my teeth, i.e. they fall out, they get broken, etc. I went through many years of painful orthodontics, so having something happen to my teeth is the ultimate disaster for me!

Big furry men