I'm somewhat claustrophobic, although much better than 15 years ago. Dropping a knife, ace, or any blade and accidentally chopping off my schlong. I think that's it.
being eaten by a shark. not a fan of going in the ocean because of it, and doubt I'll ever be able to comfortably take any sort of cruise. When I've flown over any section of the ocean, my fear was the plane would crash,a nd I don't care about the plane going down, it's sitting in there, trapped, and having sharks swim aboard. My cruise line would sink, I'd be floating on the door like Rose, never letting go and sharks would swim up and say hello. I saw Jaws at a real young age and it screwed me up.
There's a scene in the movie Tank Girl (I know...) where the protagonist is forced into a narrow drainpipe with her arms at her sides. The thought of being stuck in a pipe in that fashion freaks me the fuck out and I dream about it sometimes.
there was an old goofy cartoon where goofy is changing his clothes at the beach in one of those turn of the century changing hut things and its really tight quarters in there and he ends up upside down and all cramped up and stuck, and at the age of 5, i knew if there was a hell, that would be mine
for that matter, the mri machine is no fun at all, totally disregarding the deafening industrial dark house music and intense rattling vibrations i was right on the edge of hitting the panic button for the last 15 minutes
I slept through the San Fernando Earthquake in 1971, tucked right in close to the San Gabriel Mountains near the epicenter.
one of my buddies can sleep through anything like that, have to basically scream in his face to wake him up
I have that fear too (but to me, it's not irrational). being confined in an area, like with your arms and legs unable to move (just thinking about it kind of gave me the willies). But that is because when i was a kid I was trapped in between two walls at my grandparents house. I could wiggle, but I couldn't move my arms or legs. really panicked. But you put a coat/jacket on me or a sweater and I'm unable to move my arms up or around, and it freaks me out. It'd be a good way to torture me.
The movie 'Fire In The Sky' fucked me up when I was a kid. So yeah, space aliens were my irrational fear.
same. You guys know the episodes of Dirty Jobs where they would have to crawl like in a cave, where there was maybe 16 inches of room? That would be my personal nightmare job. You couldn't pay me enough.
