I have a fear of heights,
as does my best friend. This is because a few years ago we saw a little boy climbing on a railing on the second floor of the mall. I ran over and grabbed his shirt and pulled him back just as he was tipping over, and ever since my friend and I have both freaked out if anyone sits on a railing. I went to St. Paul's cathedral soon after the incident, and was terrified, clinging to the wall in the whispering gallery for 45 minutes before my friends came and got me down!

I also dated a guy that was terrified of butterflies. He had no problem with any other kind of insect. I know a big burly firefighter with a horrible fear of ladybugs.

Oddly, the butterfly guy also hated buttons. When tracing his family history, he found out that his great grandfather in Scotland also had a fear of buttons. I guess it runs in the family.
(ghettobooty, Fri 30 Jan 2004, 4:29, Reply)