Re: Do you have any really bizarre fears?
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 2:48 am
Well to some lesser degree I have not necessarily a fear but a wariness of rounding corners. Its worse if I am the only one up and about which is ironic since I usually can’t fall asleep until 6am so I’m obviously the only one up and active for a good part of my waking hours.
In the day time I’m always a little cautious because siblings like to try and startle me, my brother tends to run the corner with a plate full of food at ramming speed and my cat just looovvees to scream down the hall and nearly get stepped on. I’m always afraid that for some reason I will turn a corner too quickly and someone carrying a sharp object will walk into me and I will gut myself. Wait, what?
But at night it becomes this wierd creeped-out feeling. Like when you turn out the lights and want to run up the stairs. I actually have to scout out the room on my way to the lights and strategically pace the walls, maneuver around furniture and peek around blind corners all while kind of dodging to the side. I’m always convinced that there is going to be a house intruder waiting in the kitchen ready to throw knives at me. -.- which I find kind of a specific and silly thing to think.
Then I have a fear much like yours Snowy and I usually don’t like to talk about it at all. Partly because I’m not sure how people would take it and partly because part of me is afraid it will “give them power if they know I’m thinking about them and they will find me.” This is kind of weird since although I like to watch the occasional paranormal investigation show for fun I tend to be very skeptical of such things. (I did see a lot of strange things as a kid that some would claim to be ghosts. Freaky stuff did happen but as I know for a fact I would sometimes hallucinate – usually if I was sick or stressed- I won’t jump to any conclusions. I haven’t “seen” anything in almost ten years.)
Anyways… I simply CAN. NOT. STAND the grays. Yeah. Those creepy, nasty, ungodly little classic style aliens with the gray skin and massive black eyes. The green versions of them don’t bother me but the gray ones just mess with my head. Just typing this now is creeping me out and giving me chills. I can literally not even look at them. I tense up if I see one on tv, can’t watch any video or even look at pictures or toys with them on it without feeling like I’m on the verge of a mini panic attack. Even more frustrating is if I come across a picture of one on the internet or the thought of one just pops into my head while I’m trying to sleep I automatically get into this mindset of “don’t look it gives them power. Don’t think about them or they will find you. Can they see me through the walls?” And then I get frustrated with myself for letting myself get so carried away over something as simple as a wandering thought.
The ironic thing? I freaking LOVE aliens. Movies, books, videogames, artwork, the very idea of life on other planets makes me all giddy. It’s only the grays that creep me out so much.
I think it may have something to do with an old movie I watched with my parents when I was like….3? 4? I think it was called “Mars Attack!” or something. It was a seriously goofy poor cgi movie where cheesy music made the alien’s heads explode but I had nightmares about them for months afterwards. Bleh!
In the day time I’m always a little cautious because siblings like to try and startle me, my brother tends to run the corner with a plate full of food at ramming speed and my cat just looovvees to scream down the hall and nearly get stepped on. I’m always afraid that for some reason I will turn a corner too quickly and someone carrying a sharp object will walk into me and I will gut myself. Wait, what?
But at night it becomes this wierd creeped-out feeling. Like when you turn out the lights and want to run up the stairs. I actually have to scout out the room on my way to the lights and strategically pace the walls, maneuver around furniture and peek around blind corners all while kind of dodging to the side. I’m always convinced that there is going to be a house intruder waiting in the kitchen ready to throw knives at me. -.- which I find kind of a specific and silly thing to think.
Then I have a fear much like yours Snowy and I usually don’t like to talk about it at all. Partly because I’m not sure how people would take it and partly because part of me is afraid it will “give them power if they know I’m thinking about them and they will find me.” This is kind of weird since although I like to watch the occasional paranormal investigation show for fun I tend to be very skeptical of such things. (I did see a lot of strange things as a kid that some would claim to be ghosts. Freaky stuff did happen but as I know for a fact I would sometimes hallucinate – usually if I was sick or stressed- I won’t jump to any conclusions. I haven’t “seen” anything in almost ten years.)
Anyways… I simply CAN. NOT. STAND the grays. Yeah. Those creepy, nasty, ungodly little classic style aliens with the gray skin and massive black eyes. The green versions of them don’t bother me but the gray ones just mess with my head. Just typing this now is creeping me out and giving me chills. I can literally not even look at them. I tense up if I see one on tv, can’t watch any video or even look at pictures or toys with them on it without feeling like I’m on the verge of a mini panic attack. Even more frustrating is if I come across a picture of one on the internet or the thought of one just pops into my head while I’m trying to sleep I automatically get into this mindset of “don’t look it gives them power. Don’t think about them or they will find you. Can they see me through the walls?” And then I get frustrated with myself for letting myself get so carried away over something as simple as a wandering thought.
The ironic thing? I freaking LOVE aliens. Movies, books, videogames, artwork, the very idea of life on other planets makes me all giddy. It’s only the grays that creep me out so much.
I think it may have something to do with an old movie I watched with my parents when I was like….3? 4? I think it was called “Mars Attack!” or something. It was a seriously goofy poor cgi movie where cheesy music made the alien’s heads explode but I had nightmares about them for months afterwards. Bleh!
