
I'll level with you. I'm really freaked out by loose buttons. I'm fine while they're doing their job, but once they're free the evil bastards are a major threat to my life. Tell us what spooks you, and how you cope. Also: church bells, doner kebab salads, death.
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Aka Jerusalem Crickets. We'd occasionally find them when we were kids. They aren't from Jerusalem and they aren't crickets and we knew that finding one meant the Universe had irretrievably broken: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem_cricket
( , Sun 14 Sep 2014, 16:40, Reply)

the ones with the teeth.
those fuckers can fuck the fuck off.
( , Sun 14 Sep 2014, 15:37, 4 replies)

Do a google image search for "weta".
I await your reactions.
( , Sun 14 Sep 2014, 11:50, 17 replies)

Having buried/cremated 2 of my best friends due to suicide and overdose (not to mention family members doing their bit in the "I'm a junky and I'm going to overdose one day." stakes).
And having seen the aftermath of a parent laying to rest their child and questioning why it happened.
My greatest fear is that I outlive my children.
( , Sun 14 Sep 2014, 10:23, 8 replies)

Not knitting needles or sewing needles, but medical ones. Not syringes but the actual needle, being inserted into the body.
Avoided the dentist for 25 years because of this but really needed work doing a couple of years ago - found one that would give me enough nitrous to not care, got beyond the fear for a couple of sessions then at the end of a 45 minute session sat up to see the used needles in the tray, and promptly passed out. On coming round dentist commented "you really do have it bad don't you..."
No kidding.
I live in the eternal fear of being diagnosed diabetic.
( , Sun 14 Sep 2014, 9:22, 1 reply)

It makes courting difficult and going to the dentist's surgery almost impossible.
Recently the pain of having a shattered molar outweighed my anxiety of having a failed doctor dicking around in my gob and so I went to see a dentist. I was offered intravenous sedation in an effort to quell my obvious trepidation which I gratefully accepted. At some point during the extraction I regained consciousness to find the dentist's arms in my clutching fists and a panicking nurse assuring me that everything was fine and the extreme pain would subside, suffice to say my next extraction will be carried out by myself utilising a pair of pliers.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 23:49, 2 replies)

A couple of things:
1) not heights so much as edges. I could be a hundred feet up a structure or whatever without a problem, but if I move anywhere near the edge, I get the overpowering feeling that I'm likely to throw myself off.
2) automata, especially those which mimic human responses, but not confined to them, as this blog post of mine describes: www.thejudge.me.uk/Not_blog/Not_blog_20140612.htm
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 22:32, 3 replies)

That most of you wankers that reside on QFTW are scared of Dr Shambles?
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 22:05, 14 replies)

fucking desperate.
Nothing really. Sorry.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 20:44, 1 reply)

after visiting chester zoo as a kid and having a monkey throw a large pawful of snotty, slobbery, half-chewed banana RIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE, SERIOUSLY, SOME WENT IN MY MOUTH, i've had a terrible fear of those evil yellow cunts. my nephew once chased me round my own house with a banana, until i shut myself in the airing cupboard.
little fucker.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 17:51, 8 replies)

A lot of people say they are phobic/hate cotton wool. While I myself have no problem whatsoever with the fluffy white stuff, I FUCKING HATE the feel of velour fabric.
It sets my teeth on edge. Clicky, static-y, nasty, gag, badbad.
Unfortunately I work in a charity shop, dealing with donated clothes, and I've lost count of the number of times I've thrown a velour garment across the room and run out like a demented little girl.
Bah......velour.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 14:08, 1 reply)

I suffer from anxiety disorder, and for some bizarre reason it makes me vomit all the time. The crappiest thing about this is I am also an emetophobe ( irrational fear of spewing ).
This makes things very awkward for me, as you can imagine.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 14:00, Reply)

such as police, lawyers, bureaucrats, and especially physicians, when their hubris will not allow them to back away from flawed assumptions.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 13:12, 5 replies)

Stayed over a friends place and his brother kept big spiders as pets. Had spider skins in the loo, all sorts of wrong fuckers all over the house.
fucking horrible it was.
Dirty fucking hairy spiders, orange knees and sharp fangs.
didn't like it one bit
cunts.
( , Sat 13 Sep 2014, 2:08, 8 replies)

Because if it's remotely wrong or irregular or unacceptable I'll be pilloried and vilified.
Some people might take it further and attempt to contact my employer. Some people might assume that I constitute a personal threat and some people might attempt a lesser assumption of authority.
Who knows? If you think you do - do it for the post count.
( , Fri 12 Sep 2014, 19:31, 48 replies)
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