Phobias

[Guest]

Fuck sake Bob

 

Cotton wool is a good shout. I can't touch the stuff.

 

It makes a really weird noise and it feels like it's grating against the teeth.

[cloggypop]

 

 

it feels like it's grating against the teeth.

No fucking need for that

[Trumo]

Cows. They're like zombies the way they stare and shuffle towards you when you walk across their field

 

[Anubis]

I can't stand spiders. Hate the little fuckers. Cant even look at a picture of one on my phone without launching it across the room then scratching my head for ages incase ones landed on me. Been two news stories about poisonous spider bites in england in the last week. Fuck this. Also can't stand being in enclosed spaces or flying (the taking off part when it feels like the engines keep stalling).

Racist.

[JohnnyH]

Yeah, I'm scared of racists too.

[VladimirIlyich]

Silk has the same affect on me, hate the shit.

Well we are never going to bum each raw as I love silk on women and silk sheets,pyjamas etc.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

Well we are never going to bum each raw as I love silk on women and silk sheets,pyjamas etc.

 

You've ruined my weekend. 

[Duff Man]

One very, very odd one. Deep water. I can't even look at pictures of it

[Dr Nowt]

Remember being delighted by flying as a 4 year old, while my naturally more circumspect older brother was visibly mistrustful of the whole affair. Fucking loathe it now, especially taking off, when I always expect a fireball to sweep the cabin and can only make myself feel marginally happier by informing the person next to me of this thought.

 

Similarly, was an incredibly hyperactive child and nightmare for parents, teachers, etc, as I was forever climbing everything and anything I could and as my family used to say, never went anywhere at ground level. Was forever being found stuck up ridiculously high trees, balancing over sheer drops and just generally pretending I was Spiderman in places of grave danger to myself. Am now a total and utter fanny about heights. I go weird and my stomach is limp like a fish if I so much as peer down from inside a tall building, while videos of something like crane-climbing make me spack out and have to look away.

 

Think it's that my energy and life force have plummeted with age while the desire to remain alive and appreciation of my own mortality - especially that I don't actually have that protective forcefield akin to Batfink's wings I always relied on around me - have travelled in the opposite direction.

 

We're funny fuckers, like.

[Tony Moanero]

Bananas. Horrible dick shaped, white dog turd looking things.

[Bjornebye]

Remember being delighted by flying as a 4 year old, while my naturally more circumspect older brother was visibly mistrustful of the whole affair. Fucking loathe it now, especially taking off, when I always expect a fireball to sweep the cabin and can only make myself feel marginally happier by informing the person next to me of this thought.

 

Similarly, was an incredibly hyperactive child and nightmare for parents, teachers, etc, as I was forever climbing everything and anything I could and as my family used to say, never went anywhere at ground level. Was forever being found stuck up ridiculously high trees, balancing over sheer drops and just generally pretending I was Spiderman in places of grave danger to myself. Am now a total and utter fanny about heights. I go weird and my stomach is limp like a fish if I so much as peer down from inside a tall building, while videos of something like crane-climbing make me spack out and have to look away.

 

Think it's that my energy and life force have plummeted with age while the desire to remain alive and appreciation of my own mortality - especially that I don't actually have that protective forcefield akin to Batfink's wings I always relied on around me - have travelled in the opposite direction.

 

We're funny fuckers, like.

 

 

In tears reading that Ben. Pretty much summed up my thoughts on heights you funny poetic bastard. 

[Dr Nowt]

Bananas. Horrible dick shaped, white dog turd looking things.

Hahaha, fabulous post.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

I wouldn't say it's a phobia but I have a disproportionate level of irritation about those glove sock things with individual toe compartments.

 

I'd compare it to how a houseproud mum might feel sat down with an overturned plate of food on the floor in her eyeline

My disproportionate irritation is seeing people, for whatever reason, put fabric between their teeth. It just goes right through me. I've seen both Mr. Gerrard and Mr. Torres celebrate goals with their shirts in their mouths and it's totally killed the moment.

 

Edit.

Just read Shooter's post.

Cunt off you cunting cunt-faced cunt.

[Chip Butty]

Death.

 

Not a fan, at all. 

[Captain Howdy]

Claustrophobic, well Cleithraphobic actually, a small yet massive distinction.

[Captain Howdy]

11 minutes ago, Chip Butty said:

Death.

 

Not a fan, at all. 

I don’t mind dying, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

[Chr15]

Imagine suffering from phobophobia

[YorkshireRed]

Moustaches. Mouvember is a fucking nightmare. 

[Elite]

Touching the veins on the inside of my wrists.

[Bjornebye]

3 minutes ago, Elite said:

Touching the veins on the inside of my wrists.

Hahahaha I did wonder what the fuck your were on about in the sprog thread 

[Trumo]

25 minutes ago, Captain Howdy said:

Claustrophobic, well Cleithraphobic actually, a small yet massive distinction.

 

In a massive yet small space.

 

By the way, you should change your name to Colonel Abrams.

[Captain Howdy]

Just now, Trumo said:

 

In a massive yet small space.

Well kind of yes. I could lie in a coffin for hours quite happily  if I know I can leave any time I wanted however I could be trapped with no escape in an aircraft hanger and panic like fuck. The two phobias are often confused . I will not go in a lift, not because I fear the enclosed space it’s because I fear the possibility of becoming trapped.

[Elite]

1 minute ago, Captain Howdy said:

Well kind of yes. I could lie in a coffin for hours quite happily  if I know I can leave any time I wanted however I could be trapped with no escape in an aircraft hanger and panic like fuck. The two phobias are often confused . I will not go in a lift, not because I fear the enclosed space it’s because I fear the possibility of becoming trapped.

You'd make a rubbish Russian Doll.

[Mudface]

4 minutes ago, Captain Howdy said:

Well kind of yes. I could lie in a coffin for hours quite happily  if I know I can leave any time I wanted however I could be trapped with no escape in an aircraft hanger and panic like fuck. The two phobias are often confused . I will not go in a lift, not because I fear the enclosed space it’s because I fear the possibility of becoming trapped.

Thinking about it, that's me. Some of it is tied up with IBS, but I find it very difficult to sit in the middle of a crowd, rather than next to an aisle for instance. Same with being in a car rather than driving one or being on a train where I can get up and wander about if I want. I'm not sure I want to read further about it though in case I make it worse...

[Captain Howdy]

1 minute ago, Mudface said:

Thinking about it, that's me. Some of it is tied up with IBS, but I find it very difficult to sit in the middle of a crowd, rather than next to an aisle for instance. Same with being in a car rather than driving one or being on a train where I can get up and wander about if I want. I'm not sure I want to read further about it though in case I make it worse...

Yep, very similar.