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What gives you the heebie-jeebies?

It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*

Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.

(, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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pipped at the post

(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:08, Reply)
come on
oh crap
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:08, Reply)
Ah well..
Worth a try
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:07, Reply)
Don't think so
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:06, Reply)
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:06, Reply)
definately last
please let it be me
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:05, Reply)
Poor efforts
By all concerned.
Myself included.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:05, Reply)
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:04, Reply)
and he steals it! woo!
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:04, Reply)
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:04, Reply)
Even laster
I win!
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 13:03, Reply)
Oh, no, wait...never mind
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:55, Reply)
Dammit, I've got the Fear than I'm gonna miss the start of the new QOTW :(
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:47, 16 replies)
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:46, 1 reply)
Broken glass
I really really don't like broken glass.
Worst time I had to face this was when someone decided to try and steal my car by going in through the sunroof. I then had to drive the car to have it replaced, knowing that I was sat in a seat covered in little bits of glass (even after a good vacuuming) with more little bits of glass raining down onto my head as I drove.

When I got home I had the longest most careful hair washing ever (was also during my shoulder length lazy student hair days). Was easily an hour washing, making sure there was nothing left in there, but not wanting to touch it in case I got glass in my fingers.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:16, Reply)
Cotton And Steel Wool
They gave to be the worst things in the world just the thought of cotton wool makes me shudder and go all tingly steel wool is the same had a ball of it thrown at my a few years ago and almost caught it by natural reaction until I realised what it was and then went mental

Couldn't go anywhere near a scouring pad and still cant to this day if its that stuck onto dishes it stays that way aint no way im touching one of them
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:12, Reply)
my fiancee's got a fear of copper coins or 'brown money'.

it's mostly the fact that it's been through so many different dirty hands, but i didn't help matters when i told her about the practice of 'how many coins can you fit in your foreskin'.

when she pays for stuff in shops i have to intercept the change when the till monkey hands it back just in case there are any brown coins in it.

i remember the time she threw her handbag halfway across the room because there were a load of 1p coins at the bottom of it. i picked up the bag to remove them only to discover they were in fact some cadbury's chocolate buttons which had leaked into the bottom of the bag some days earlier!
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:05, 2 replies)
Not so much a phobia...
... but I reckon there's something a bit sinister about people who keep changing their b3ta identity. Not in a Dave the Hat way, or a Bert's Evil Twin way - I mean in a "complete change of name" way.

I'm looking at one person in particular. You know who you are, even if you think noone else does...
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 12:04, 35 replies)
My mother is terrified of horses because, when I was a baby, some racehorses got loose from a field and were running across the causeway towards our car. Other cars were honking their horns and trying to drive on but my dad pulled over. The horses then ran right over the car, trampling in the roof and breaking the windscreen. My parents thought I was dead because my carrycot had been flattened down behind the seats. I'm tougher than that though.

(In additional insult-to-injury the landed gentry who owned the racehorses tried to sue my parents as the animals were no longer fit to race.)

So yeah, my mum is terrified of horses.
Me? I love horses.

Tis true.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:50, 12 replies)
Could people please not be scared of me? I'm really quite nice.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:45, 32 replies)
I'm scared of fire, probably because I crashed a babywalker into one when I was 8 months old and I melted a bit.

I do not want to be cremated. I don't care how dead I am - bury me!

Edit: I do care how dead I am. I should be dead before I'm buried.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:44, 2 replies)
I'm scared that i'm not good enough
it wouldn't matter if I was a bin man or astro physicist surgeon architect. I always feel like I'm a bit rubbish, just mediocre.

I suspect a lot of people struggle with that though......
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:26, 7 replies)
Like Kaol, a bit.
I've been first twice: for this QoTW, and for the mix tapes one. I have two fears.

First, that I'll miss it this week - I'm busy.
Second, if I am first, history seems to suggest that I'm only first for shit questions. Am I jinxed?
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:11, 12 replies)
Well people...

Let's fly in the face of tradition:

While we're all waiting for the new QOTW how about reading through all 32 pages of answers and hitting "I like this" if one interests you or makes you giggle.

Check for new questions after you've read each page...
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:08, 7 replies)
I'm fuckin' scared...
After doing literally no work yesterday, and very little for the last couple of weeks (like two hours a day, at most, out of a seven hour day).

Today I've had a whole lot of work dumped on me...

I'm worried I've forgotten how to work, and also that I'll miss the start of the new QOTW :|
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 10:58, 24 replies)
Not me, but the cat
My eldest mog, a very fluffy Maine Coon, is getting on for 12 now and is getting a bit creaky. She started passing blood in her pee yesterday (which she has generously deposited in various locations on the thankfully laminate/tiled floors)(just don't ask what my jeans look like).

Now, while going to the vets isn't exactly a blast for the old girl, the worst she's had done there in recent times has been claw trimming. However Emily takes things to extremes, and she's a hefty size. The vet is only referred to as 'the Gatehouse', not the 'V' word, or she's off and heading for the hills with the velocity of an amphetamine-addled cheetah.

If she can be barricaded inside one room, the sight of the cat carrier starts her circling the room at approximately waist height, a bit like a furry Harrier Jet.

If she then gets grabbed by the unlucky individual wearing full body armour, the normally placid and laid back furbag metamorphoses into something that would make a werewolf back off and stroll away, whistling nonchalantly.

All accompanied by an eerie yowling which one day will get the RSPCA called round to arrest us for bagpipe-torturing.

The other feline members of the osok establishment are recognised as complete and utter headbangers, but even they will quite happily* get scooped into the box, as they have worked out that the hurty thing will be made better.

So, to get the fluffy git made better (or recycled as slippers), we have to expose her to her greatest fear.

(She gets to piss all over me and rip flesh with no come-backs, so I think she's still on to a winner here)

*won't actually try to eat my eyeballs

**EDIT: Mrs Osok will be doing the deed while I'm safely at work. Result!**
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 10:47, 1 reply)
I'm so, so sorry
Recently I was lucky enough to go on a guided tour around the Gibb Brothers Apiary on the Isle of Man. As part of the tour everyone received a goody-bag containing samples of honey, comb, beeswax etc. Mine also contained a few deceased drones from one of the hives, encased in a little perspex block, to use as a paperweight or something.

In fact, it was Barry Gibb himself who gave me the Bee Gee he-bees.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 10:20, 2 replies)
Seriously, I cannot even hold a packet of fags, the very thought of what's inside the packet makes the bile rise. Don't know why. Worse than a whole cigarette though are fag-butts. I can't even walk barefoot on a beach in case I step on one. I have to stop now as I feel rather ill.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 9:51, Reply)
Electricity, Microwaves, and Black People
My great grandmother was scared of electricity.

So much so that she would freak out if anyone left a plug socket switched on, because she was scared the 'leccy would leak out and she would drown in it.

I'm scared of microwaves - I have to leave the room when one is in use, otherwise I get this uneasy feeling that I'm being slowly cooked from the inside out.

And the oddest one - when I was about 3 or 4 I was terrified of black people. I don't know why, as I lived in a very tolerant family in south-east London of all places. Obviously this isn't the case today, as I live with a West Indian bloke, but my parents told me I used to be scared whenever I saw a black guy. Very odd indeed.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 9:50, 2 replies)
Pointy fences
Typically the iron railing types with spikes on the top. Wtf?

These things really freak me out.

I can remember there was a fence like this at the back of our school field, which then featured in a dream I had as a kid where I ended up impaled upon it. Quite what started this Eli Roth level of gore porn I don't know but before long I couldn't look at a fence like this without picturing my own head pierced (usually through the eyeball) upon it through some tragic chain of events such as tripping over something and flying through the air onto a spike...

I think a wasp chasing me near one of these fences whilst I had cotton wool between my teeth might finish me off.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 9:08, 1 reply)

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