Flying insects. I scream. Period.
Also, I adore them and I am fascinated by them. Period.
Fuckin hate bugs
The invisible shark in the swimming pool. I will say nothing more
Invisible shark doot doot de doot de doo
Literally same here. Even getting skeeved out swimming in a video game.
I see you and salute you, internet person 🫡 Steering this anxiety riddled meatsack around the globe is suboptimal.
Dropping my phone when I’m in a high place
Put it into airplane mode and worry no more.
Illogical fears require illogical solutions!
Or when you walk over the threshold of an elevator door and there is that little gap. Same with keys.
Understandable
Prions. Misfolded proteins that manage to get into your brain and just wreck shit. I don’t handle anything that would be contaminated or anything but just the idea of this non-living thing that will just replicate and cause havok - horrifying.
Mad cow disease is also caused by prions, which is why the cow’s body gets destroyed, not just buried.
My spouse was still sleeping earlier so I tried to sneak into the room to grab my phone I left on the nightstand. When I was walking out I stepped on a stuffed mouse on a string (usually hangs from a doorframe so the cat can play with it but he pulled it down apparently). When I stepped on it I thought it was a real animal and soon as my foot felt the pressure of pushing down on such an object I jerked it up roughly to my waist, kicked the door I was trying to walk through and it slammed shut.
One of those moments where you want to apologize, but really then you are just causing more noise to wake them up further.
Tldr; I’m an idiot
My childhood cat used to catch and eat mice. Unfortunately, it would leave their entrails on the kitchen floor. Listening to my mother curse, when she discovered them with her bare feet, was an interesting way to be woken up.
I think you got off lightly with the stuffed toy. 🤷♂️😅
Being murdered for being trans while living in Oregon. It shouldn’t happen, but it’s not impossible.
Damn, sorry that’s a reality you’re forced to live in.
Two people hit it with a downvote.
I have no idea what the downvotes are trying to communicate.
- ”that’s right, tranny, we’re coming for you”
- ”this content doesn’t improve Lemmy“
- ”trans people aren’t discriminated against”
Or something else entirely that I can’t articulate.
Whatever the reasons for the downvotes people have left, my feelings are true and I feel them.
People downvote me all the time. I usually deserve it, unlike you in this case. Either way Fuck em, try not to care. Any thought you put into it is largely wasted.
Make it three downvotes, because this thread is about least logical fears.
Thanks for explaining yours.
(And man, I hate it when other people validate that I’m in deep shit. Makes it real, you know?)
The users who downvoted you were iconoclast@feddit.uk and FudgyMcTubbs@lemmy.world. I’m sure it would make their respective day(s) if you asked them.
I’ve given up trying to make heads or tails of downvoters’ behavior. I am convinced that some people here either think there is some “algorithm” that will magically stop showing them some type of content if they downvote it (I can’t imagine I’ve pissed in that many people’s cornflakes, so that’s my theory anyhow) and others who don’t quite understand that there’s no such thing here as reddit style karma.
I dunno. It is what it is. I think fewer people realize than they should that votes are publicly accessible on Lemmy, though.
(Don’t look at me. I haven’t downvoted anyone in four months.)
Yeah, there’s enough content on Lemmy to see everything in a half hour and then get on with the day. I like that.
The algorithm is set to “here’s everything except what you blocked.”
Suddenly falling over the railing that separates me from the long fall below.
I don’t generally have balance issues, and I know hundreds of people have successfully leaned on that railing, but I’ll be good standing a few steps back.
But I’d really prefer if everyone stood back, because it’s stressing me out to watch.
The least logical thing I know is Donald Trump, and I’m afraid this idiot will set the world on fire…
Small birds. Their tiny little dinosaur motions. Jerky and predatory. I have monkey brain issues with them and it takes all I have to override it.
Palmetto bugs.
Palmetto bugs.
In NJ they were 3 inches long, sleek and black and abhorrent. Ugh!
Bonk bonk they go into the windows! Fucking asshole bugs those are!
Not illogical. I was talking with a friend one night under a tree and had one fall on my face. Super gross.
I just mean I know logically they aren’t harmful but my mind cannot. I’m not scared of spiders or lizards or snakes but those overgrown roaches strike absolute terror into my heart since I was little. I am so sorry you experienced that. I’ve had them fly at me.
So few of them around now, and my logical & rational fear is that is a bad sign for the world. But it has been amazing to be able to work in the yard without the constant fear of picking up a brick or stone, they used to come out from under every single upturned stone.
Helicopter rotor blades. I’m afraid they will hit my eyes. Even seeing them on a video is very uncomfortable and I have to look away or close my eyes until they’re gone.
How are you with kitchen blenders?
They don’t bother me. The blades are not exposed. I also own a ceiling fan and it doesn’t bother me either, even though it has exposed blades.
Huh. I, on the other hand, have weirdly intrusive thoughts with smaller blades, like a kitchen blender or an uncovered fan, but a helicopter doesn’t faze me. Although can’t say I’ve ever been in one, but I’ve been very close by.
Anyway when blending shit I sometimes have intrusive thoughts. I don’t think I’d have a garbage disposal like I see in the movies. They’re probably not even allowed here in Finland, and my laziness would want one, but my accident-prone-ass knows I probably shouldn’t get one even if I could.
I once bought a mandolin for my kitchen. Here’s Jeremy Clarkson demonstrating what happens to everyone who buys their first mandolin without having read the stories.
As someone who’s embarked and disembarked a helicopter with rotors spinning a myriad of times, I get it.
Pilot here. I’m afraid of running rotors and propellers because they can fucking mince you. I worked on Rotax 912-powered aircraft for awhile, they have twin carburetors that have to be balanced, ie the throttle valves have to open the same amount or one side of the engine is trying to run harder than the other. This has to be done with the engine running. If I had to get from one side of the engine compartment to the other, I’d walk around the tail.
Having a slug come into contact with my feet or my socks or my shoes, but only if I am wearing them at the time. Anywhere else on my body is fine. I don’t know what harm will come from this occuring. I do know it is fine if a slug is touching my shoe, I pick it off, and then put on the shoe. My fear of snails is likely but unverified.
Are you, perhaps, immortal?
My wife has an irrational fear of slugs, like completely locked up and shaking if she sees one. We have spent 20 years together trying to figure out where her phobia came from.
She is in therapy now and was talking through it with her therapist and the therapist asked “what do you fear will happen” my wife told her all the images that flash in her mind when she thinks about slugs. Turns out the therapist is a big horror movie fan and knew of a movie where those exact things happened.
Well about the time that the movie came out on VHS my wife was being watched by an abusive relative who liked to rent scary movies and force her to watch them.
Answering a question like this in a place where it could be hoovered up by a hostile foreign power. I’m not interesting enough to be targeted specifically but they can cast a wide net and stash away the info for a rainy day.
Oh, what the heck, couldn’t really hurt. My greatest fear is friendly medium/large dogs (Labrador Retriever to Irish Wolfhound-ish) followed closely by collections of good science fiction books and too much time to read them.
Dogs can be scary.
Meeting myself in any variation.
I have no idea why, but I’ve always had this idea that if I met another me in the world it has to end in one of us dead. Doesn’t matter on the origin, clone, copy, alternate timeline, time travel, doppelganger, replicant, don’t care. There’s absolutely no way around, it’s on sight and to the death.
This is one of my most consist feelings in life and I often wonder if it’s because I consumed my twin in the womb. As a child I came up with an arrangement that if I accidentally time travelled I’d be able to use to contact myself indirectly so that we can’t cross paths.
Of course, the chance of any of these things happening is insanely low so it’s kind of dumb to have a plan in place for its eventual occurrence.
So if you walk past yourself in Walmart, do you just go ham instantly and beat the shit out of you?
Is it possible it’s actually pent-up sexual frustration and you’d actually bone you?
Pretty sure it’s not the boning part, my sexuality is anything but repressed.
As for walking past each other, out of the question. We’re both anxiety riddled human flamingo nerds, we’d be able to spot each other miles away. Ambush tactics are the only safe bet so it comes down to which of us was less distracted by the lighting and managed to impromptu a weapon first.
Dying with unspent money in my bank account
I can help with that.
