Irrational Fears Thread

I don't like mofos sneaking up behind me and I am terrified of that weird creepy rainbow shit that appears on deli roast beef and such.

 

That was pretty much my view of it but from the other side.
I didn't see it actually fall. I was just to the left of it leaving the race and looked that way when I heard the screaming.

 

I was too young to remember the stampede at the Who concert in Cincinnati, but I watched a show about it at an impressionable age and ever since then I get twitchy in large crowds with limited spaces, like leaving the upper deck after a sold-out football game. Tend to walk with elbows out to create an extra pocket of space.

 

I actually slept halfway through a French final in college. I studied all night and fell asleep two hours before the exam.

That run up an Athens, Ohio, hill (“Fuck Appalachia!” ran through my head as I was halfway up the hill Paul Newman was rumored to have rolled a keg down in the 1950s) felt like I was in an actual nightmare. Legs couldn’t move fast enough. I somehow got a C+ on it despite only having a half hour to complete it.

 

I was too young to have seen anything about it on the actual news, but I remember the WKRP episode about the concert.

 

We studied the Who stampede as our guiding test case in a quarter-long sociology course on crowd behavior in college. It wasn’t the way the media portrayed it, but it did reveal how humans often can be individually altruistic but as a group a mob.

 

I get those, too. I forgot there was a test or I couldn't find the classroom and I knew I'd fail if I didn't get there on time. I have no idea why. It seems to happen to people who were good students as well as those who were not.

 

Holy shit!!! After reading Spartan's post, I thought about the time I got stung by a wasp coming out of my gas tank in my car. Then the next post, bam! Wasps out of gas tanks!

Mine wasn't bad, just stung a little. For whatever reason, he didn't carry much bite. I think he was woozy from the gas smell, I dunno. But I remember my Dad freaking out...I'd called him right after the sting to let him know I'd just gassed up and was going to hit the road to see him in a little while. I added the part about being stung almost casually. But a heavy rain storm arrived almost immediately thereafter so I hung out at my house waiting for it to pass. An hour later, he calls me, freaking out and worried I hadn't called him to tell him I'd hit the road b/c I'd had an allergic reaction to the wasp.

 

I have most learned to look for and ignore wasps my entire life. I have five barns/buildings, so they are everywhere.
When I was a kid and we put up hay and tobacco, one of my jobs about this time of year was to clear them out of the barn. Now, if they are in a nuisance location, they get sprayed; otherwise they are just part of life, and I give them a wide berth.

 

I slept through the last part of a lecture in college, head face-planted straight down into my crossed arms on the long row table, about four rows from the stage. Woke up a while later and was extremely disoriented until I realized I was now sitting there during the next lecture class.

Grabbed my backpack and tried to leave nonchalantly, but no such luck. Got a big round of applause as I made for the door.

 

I have an irrational fear of rooflines. I'm OK walking up and down a roof, but any time I get down to the edge, my body starts leaning slowly toward the edge until I catch myself and get the hell out of there. So, no rooflines for me. Stringing Christmas lights was a traumatic experience.

 

The MGM Lion used to scare me at the movies as a kid.