High places and deep water.
Spiders and a darkness in an unfamiliar place.
Small closed rooms and being unable to move.
Spiders and a darkness in an unfamiliar place.
Small closed rooms and being unable to move.
Your single, greatest fear.
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Probably either suffering due to torture or approaching death, or amnesia, because if I don't have my memories, I'd be a different person, which would be like having someone take over my body.
Bees, lots and lots of bees. Or any stinging insect for that matter. I am terrified enough around a single one of those things, but me near a nest, and I will be completely frozen in terror. I think I would literally puke if I was near a farm of those damnable creatures. The idea of a swarm relentlessly chasing you, stinging you from every angle down your body, even flying down your throat if they can.. That is literally the worst death I could imagine. It'd be worse than even drowning for me.
....now if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie in fetal position and think happy thoughts so I don't have to vomit from the images I gave myself writing this post.
....now if you'll excuse me, I need to go lie in fetal position and think happy thoughts so I don't have to vomit from the images I gave myself writing this post.
Any bug bigger than my thumb. I can handle bugs if they're more cartoony like Bug Pokemon or the skulltulas from Zelda. The more realistic ones like the Giant spiders in Skyrim or the bugs the Falmore use on the other hand... *shudder*
Finding out that I was wrong to become an atheist because Hell is real and I'm going there.
Also, finding out that there really is a Rush Limbaugh yesIwentthere.
Also, finding out that there really is a Rush Limbaugh yesIwentthere.
I got a weird phobia of sorts. I hate the sight of anything with tentacles exept for jellyfish. I really hate seeing or even thinking or Octopuses and Squid, and the look make we want to puke everything inside my body. Once my 4th grade teacher tries to convince me that a octopus is not scary. However, the next day my family ate out with their friends and they ordered octopus. I had to run to the bathroom and puke for the next hour. I didn't eat or sleep for more htan 15 minutes, and by the next day I was tired and hungry.
This is the part where I ask you guys. Why do I have this phobia? Don't show any pictures, or else I will literally puke on my keyboard and not eat for the next 12 hours.
This is the part where I ask you guys. Why do I have this phobia? Don't show any pictures, or else I will literally puke on my keyboard and not eat for the next 12 hours.
General Anesthetic. I can't stand the idea of letting someone jab me with a needle and then becoming unconscious in a way I've not caused.
You know it's coming but you've got no control over it, and having the sensation liked you've just blinked and yet you're suddenly missing a few hours and you hurt, and you don't know where you are - needless to say I hated it. I trembled so much when the guy came near me with that needle he could barely stick it in my hand. My whole body was shaking.
You know it's coming but you've got no control over it, and having the sensation liked you've just blinked and yet you're suddenly missing a few hours and you hurt, and you don't know where you are - needless to say I hated it. I trembled so much when the guy came near me with that needle he could barely stick it in my hand. My whole body was shaking.
Right, so death and pain are natural occurrences but failure isn't? Sorry to criticize you like that, but that's not true. Everyone's afraid to fail - fact. And yeah, it's not pleasant, but at the same time it's rather inevitable. For everyone. Even if you're the richest, luckiest, most skillful person in the world, who abstains from doing anything in fear of failing 0 you'd still fail at something, and maybe that something would be not being able to overcome the fear of failing (I know, fucked-up, right?) I'm not saying you should just accept it and not care, I am saying just risk it. That's what life's about - taking risks, succeeding, failing; because (and you've probably heard this) if you're not willing to fail, you're not willing to succeed in a truly beautiful way.Zakarath said:
Sorry for the whole motivational-speech-banter-criticism-thing, it's just that I am afraid of failing, too. I've done it many, MANY times and it doesn't get easier. My biggest fear in that respect, I suppose, would be failing to have a career in my respective field. Failing to find someone whom I love and vice-versa. Should I stop trying because of that fear? Or should I give it my all, in the hopes of avoiding/overcoming it?
OT: I guess if we're talking about irrational fears - heights. And bugs, too (hate those fuckers). But if we're talking about some deep, meaningful kind of fear, well - the fear of not knowing. Of being oblivious. And I don't mean about trivialities, or not understanding certain fields of science, or whatever. No, I mean living a kind of lie by omission, if you will. Taking something as red and finding out that it's all been a lie. 'Blissful ignorance' is not bliss to me.
Also, humanity kind of frightens me (although it's not a huge fear). I am absolutely fascinated by the way we think, our psychology, but at the same time it scares the shit out of me, sometimes. The amount of hatred we have the capacity to carry, or to what degree we can manipulate people and be manipulated. The irrationality of emotions and how we're turned mere beasts at the behest of a couple of hormones. The wavering uncertainty of some people drives me insane, when they don't know what they want and you're just caught in their whirlpool of indecision. There are so many things that require you to trust someone, yet there's rarely any evidence to support that trust - I hate that, always have. That's why people can't stand me - because I always ask questions, I always search for security, yet I rarely feel secure.
I guess, in the end, it turns out I am just afraid of blind faith. And finding the ultimate truth - as much as I search for it, in whatever regard, I'm scared to pieces by it (but that's probably due to my pessimistic nature - I always assume the worst). Huh. Cool.
I see what you did there :3.Dangit2019 said:
Heights, but I'm not sure how it would work in the context of The Hole.
I have a morbid fear of jumping from any height. I can't even jump of the peer at our lake cabin.
That said I have no problem with climbing or anything else that involves heights, but falling feels completely morbid even with safety harnesses.
That said I have no problem with climbing or anything else that involves heights, but falling feels completely morbid even with safety harnesses.
I would probably most terrified of not knowing whats in there. So lots of indistinct sounds and bits of movement that could be anything from bigfoot, to a half naked midget trying to suck my blood. I suppose after a few days I would start to think its kind of stupid though, however being bored to death is a bit of a fear too.
Oddly enough I'm the complete opposite.TopazFusion said:
Well, not complete opposite but... shut up.
I fear being dead. It's tough when you don't believe in an afterlife. What will I have to look forward to? An eternity of nothingess. No sensation, no thought, nothing.
Intellectually I know I won't notice it, but emotionally I have a hard time wrapping my head around an infinite time of non-existence, and it grips me with such terror my balls retract into my stomach.
Frankly I've made myself feel awful by thinking about it now, so f**k you. Q_Q
In this films context I guess if 'The hole' became deep enough to hurt me/ kill me if I fell in that would scare me the most.
I've been afraid of falling from deathly heights ever since I had a nightmare about being trapped on the balcony of a building during an earthquake. The railing was gone, the building was wobbling, and I was simply holding on for my life.
I've been afraid of falling from deathly heights ever since I had a nightmare about being trapped on the balcony of a building during an earthquake. The railing was gone, the building was wobbling, and I was simply holding on for my life.
I have necrophobia, a fear of death and dead things. If I get anywhere near, say, taxidermy I start to get agitated and get a strong desire to flee. If I can't get away I shake with fear, cry, my teeth chatter, and in extreme cases, get physically ill. I know how some people say that they have a phobia, like "Yeah, I have a phobia of spiders, they really creep my out!" But I don't think they actually understand just how severe a phobia really is. Only very rarely have I ever run into someone who has a genuine phobia, where they basically start to lose their mind when confronted with something they are phobic towards.
Top three, Either Stranded in space/the ocean without any way to call for help, sandboarding, or having a very sadistic person torture me, peeling back my skin, flaying off thin layers of muscle, nerve, and sinew, and then carving into my bones, keeping me on an anasthetic and forcing me to watch, via headclaps and peeling off my eyelids.