Deer or any other large animal jumping in front of me when I'm riding. That's my biggest fear whenever I go out for a hard ride.

 

Small gravel in a corner makes my butt pucker a little. The painted lines in the road have a similar effect. When I'm not riding I guess spiders are my biggest hatred in the world, just ahead of gas prices.

 

When I went scubba diving, I dove down a tectonic plate. It went from -6 feet underwater to -3200 feet in a matter of 100 yeards horizontal or so. Looking into the depth of the ocean freaked the hell of me.

I can't be in a bathtub (or a pool) when the water is draining. I have a horrible fear ofgetting sucked down the drain.

I have a constant fear of getting hit square in the chest by something (a fist, a random rock hurled thru the air, anything). I think I was killed by a chest injury in a previous life, or I will be in this life. Maybe a heart attack. I'm almost 100% sure that's how I'll die. Something with my chest.

I'm also scared of losing someone I love in an accident. It's happened once to my fiance. I don't think I could deal with that again.

 

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Have any of you guys ever been in a quiet place like church, or a funeral, or something like that and feel like you have a terret's (sp?) syndrome tirade welling up inside you? Like your doing all you can do not to open your mouth? Sometimes it happens to me. I know I would never honestly break out into an uncontrolled rant, but my brain, on rare occassions, thinks I will at the most inappropriate moments. That is another thing I am scared of...sort of.

 

Carnies. The have small hands and smell like cabbage.

 

Yes.

 

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Spiders scare the absolute bee-jeesum outta me. When I was young, like 6 or 7, my parents had a whole new roof put on their house (rafters, plywood, and the rest). Well it un-nested spiders. Not like 10 or 20, more like a couple thousand. I woke up to something itching me the next morning, only to find like 100's in my bed, pajamas, hair, mouth, underwear. I screamed and it woke up my brother who also had the same experience. I was traumatized from it.

To this day, I won't kill a spider, I won't climb into the crawl space, attic, or anwhere I can't constantly scan my eyes for them. YUK.

 

I have to have my feets out of the covers, no matter the temperature.