Oh, where to begin...?
First of all, I won't sit on a toilet that already contains a floater, due the the obviously rational fear that it might leap up my bumhole and throttle my brain.

Secondly, I get these bizarre moments of paranoia if I'm ever out with someone and they vanish for a few moments. I suddenly start wondering if they ever existed at all -- like maybe I made them up, Tyler Durden-style, and the only one that doesn't realise it is me.

And finally... I'm terrified of barnacles. No, really.

Dear GOD, I'm a freak.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 15:43, 4 replies)

What I love about this QotW...
...is finding out there are people out there who suffer the same irrational fears and paranoias that i have.

That one where you lose track of someone you're with for like 10 seconds and you begin to wonder wether they ever existed at all, yep, thats me.

In the shopping center mostly, i too start to wonder if the person i was with ever existed to begin with, or if i'd just been imagining them the whole time and i've finally woken up. Sometimes my mind likes to crank up the paranoia by wondering if *I* have been a product of *someone elses* imagination, that one scares the living daylights out of me.

I also wonder, in the same way that people ponder over wether a falling tree makes a sound with no one around to hear it, how can i be sure that i exist if there is no one around to see me?

(N.B its best never to combine these thoughts with smoking cannabis)
(Dean, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 16:14, closed)

existential uncertainty?
yep, it's a pisser. pot makes it much, much worse. this is why i stopped smoking it.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 17:04, closed)

floater...
... made me laugh. a lot. quite loudly.
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(randomstupidname would really like this signature field to be bigge, Sat 12 Apr 2008, 18:32, closed)

Dean...
It's for that reason that I've never, ever rocked the ganje. I'm paranoid enough as it is naturally!

Of course, the scariest existential quandry is that if all of our fears WERE true, there'd never be any way of finding out. After all, if you're delusional enough to invent imaginary friends you're delisional enough to keep yourself deluded!

It's only in my darker moments that I think like that, of course. Still, it's nice to encounter a kindred spirit.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 13:23, closed)