I am pretty much deathly afraid of Mayonaise, I refuse to scan it across the scanner at my work. People ask me to do price checks for mayonaise at work just to fuck with me.
I truly don't have many fears in life, but I believe my biggest one is raising kids. I don't have any now and don't have any on the way, but that shit scares the life out of me. Will I raise them to be successful, will they listen to me and take heed to some of the mistakes I made in life so they don't do the same? Or will some bullshit happen to them like what happened to my Mom's first son... Could I have a child like 2 of them that are like at my girlfriend's church that one is bound to a mechanical wheelchair and the other one is way worse... That shit is the most scary to me and I can't understand someone that takes that shit so lightly. Just gets pregnant on a whim and not really takes care of them...
I suck at needles too. The nurse always says something about my tattoos "and you're afraid of needles... look at you!", I tell her its different she goes "oh, this and that such and such" and then she steals my blood. I really don't like it one bit.
I'm afraid of Punk Rock Jesus
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Last edited by Othello Harrington; 20 Dec 2007 at 02:04 AM.
I'm not afraid of much, I've come close to death too many times to fear it, and anything else seems trivial. I'm not a macho badass though, it's more that I accept death as a part of life, and the soul lives forever, and all that bullshit.
Like some others though, the thing that freaks me out is Alzheimer's disease or brain damage. I've already come to grips with aging, but my mind is my most important asset. I could lose my legs, my arms, my speech, and as long as I have my mind I would be alright. If my brain was damaged or otherwise gone, someone please just put a bullet in me, the best part of me has already left the body.
I lol at people who are afraid of needles.
ITS JUST A SMALL STICK ON METAL. GET OVER IT.
A few months ago, my girlfriend had to go in for a blood test. We laid her down on a bed, got the iodine swabs applied, and the rubber strap tied. Everything is going fine. I'm holding her hand and she's controlling her breath. As soon as the nurse unsheaths the needle (which was a "butterfly" needle, the ones they use on BABIES and old people), she flips a shit and starts crying.
I know I'm being horribly insensitive, but its fucking absurd.
Most of the folks I deal with in downtown San Diego.
Living and dieing alone.
Oh, and swimming in the fucking ocean. The thought that anything could fucking be under my feet while floating or swimming freaking me out. There was a story of some guy that fell off a boat and floated for three days in the middle of the ocean. That would drive me insane.
Last edited by Zerohero; 20 Dec 2007 at 06:02 AM.
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