What are your ridiculous fears?

[Ivebeentohellanditscalledikea]

Does anyone else have ridiculous fears?

I blame mine on panto as a child but whenever I go to the theater I have this terrible fear that they are going to randomly decide to ask me a question or make me go on stage. I know it's stupid but I feel a sense of dread through anything I go to see and it ruins it. I have never been to see any live comedy for this reason.

I was dragged on stage at the end of Joseph and his technicolour dream coat as a young teen and had to dance. I have never sat near the end of a row again. So your fears aren’t unrealistic OP, it happens and I still shudder at the memory.

A shark in the swimming pool, ever since Jaws. Oddly doesn’t worry me in the sea though!

Until around my mid twenties I was afraid of being abducted by aliens.

I always fear that one day in going to just step out in front of a train or into traffic or off a bridge. I'm in no way depressed or suicidal. It's just an "oh shit, life is really fragile, it could end so easily" fear.

Every time I have to run up stairs (hard stairs, not carpeted) the VERY specific thought flashes through my head that I'm going to trip, fall forward, and hit my top teeth on a stair.

Not the front of my top teeth, the bottom edge, like I'm biting it.

I don't know why, but falling onto the front of my top teeth is less terrible than falling downward and having them smash up into my gums.

I cannot run up stairs without exactly that terror flashing through my head.

(Also the mental image is fairly hilarious - if you caught me right afterward it would look like I was trying to chew on the edge of a step - but even that ridiculous imagery doesn't seem to reduce the fear)

Another theatre one. I always think about the upper tiers collapsing onto the stalls. Many theatres are very old and the weight of the structure plus all those people makes me wonder how safe they really are

When I was little I used to think a monster would get me if I didn't make it downstairs by the time the toilet finished flushing.

Being arrested.
Am such a yes person, hate conflict and the thought of it terrifies me!

Marching bands. I can't be anywhere near them. I had a nightmare when I was little that I couldn't get away from one and I've hated them ever since, I have to hide from them if I'm at an event and one is performing. JUST STAND STILL.

@squashyhat I've always worried about that too!

Tall people. I don’t care if it people on stilts or They are just really tall it creeps me out I don’t like it. I should note I’m 5’6 and my husband is 5’11. Tall people just scare me.

Slugs

Ghosts. Terrified of them.

Lifts- mostly the motion as I get dizzy. But also the doors- first time I took my baby in one the doors actually shut on us (baby in my arms).

Half a group being left behind on a train/platform- but stems from a childhood experience of being left on a platform.

My husband died when my son was 7 months old. I had a completely irrational fear that he would grow up and not know how to pee standing up.

Thankfully my FiL took it upon himself to demonstrate so DS (now nearly 12) can do it. Aiming in to the toilet though........

@Spaghettio sorry to hear about your husband. I'm a single mum of three two being boys and have had similar worries. Like shaving ect.

@Aroundtheworldin80moves my DD has been terrified of her brother getting hurt in the doors of a lift since he was born. I have two boys but for some reason she just gets worried about one of them.

@Lemonblast the idea of being arrested is terrifying. I'm very much a yes person too.

@Fallsballs that's my worst nightmare.

@Ivebeentohellanditscalledikea thankfully I've met a wonderful man and remarried, so I've handed all responsibility for "men stuff" to him! He's happy to do it as he's got two boys of his own and we've had one together so I'm outnumbered by boys.

It was the little things that concerned me - never the big stuff.

Electricity pylons.

They give me the willies and make my palms sweat. I have to sprint past them when I'm walking or running and they're on my root.

I'm not sure where this fear came from.