The other day after returning from lunch, we were all walking (read: very slowly) back to our offices to resume our normal workday, when somehow (the rabbit trails we chase are impressive), the topic of getting sick came up.
It probably came up because currently there is all manner of viruses floating around and we’re all terrified of being the next victim, but anyway, I readily admitted to the fact that vomiting is one of my biggest fears.
The rule here at LPM is if you are sick: STAY HOME. Thank you very much. We love you, but we don’t love your germs.
I won’t go into detail on here out of respect for the fact that some of you might be catching up on the blog during your lunch break, but needless to say, there is nothing worse in my book than getting a stomach virus that produces this kind of reaction.
Lord help me if I end up being one of those that suffers from you-know-what during pregnancy. Speaking of that, I’m going to start asking the Lord to have a little grace on me in that area when that time comes. I’m believing God.
Anyway, once I admitted to that bizarre fear, she who will remain nameless, admitted another strange fear that may or may not have involved a parking lot.
I let she who will remain nameless expand on that if she wants.
We go so tickled that I immediately thought of how quirky we all were and then I thought of y’all. For some reason I have this feeling that if I asked you what your most bizarre fear was, you would deliver.
So, spill it.
Now, I realize we all have legitimate fears, but if you have something out of this world weird, we want to know.
You are in good company.
Oh, and for the record, the fear of vomiting has a term. (Could this post be any less girly? Laughing. Sorry, y’all. Just being real.)
It’s called Emetophobia.
Boom.
You’re welcome.
I have a fear of stepping on sidewalk grates. I walk around them. I noticed my adult daughters walk around them, too. I just don’t want some hidden machinery that is under the grate to blast me! My mom says it is because she always walked around them back in the days when women wore heels! 🙂
Me too, but I’m afraid of falling in.
I’m scared of the ocean, especially sharks. And I live in MT, so there is no ocean around for me to be scared of. But sharks absolutely terrify me…I don’t like visiting the ocean and I definitly don’t want to fly over it. 🙂
I have the strange irrational feeling every time I am on a bridge or in a boat over water that I will take my wedding ring off and throw it. I’m one of those people who actually never takes my ring off. Ever. I love my ring and the husband who gave it to me 14 years ago. I would never ever in a million years willingly chunk my ring into the deep blue sea. Yet I can’t kick the fear that I might.
Oh my golly Kelly!
It’s 6am and I’m sitting on my couch with tears of laughter streaming down my face!!! Thank you – thank you – thank you!
I too love and adore my husband of 30 years, but some days I not only fear I’ll throw my ring overboard, but stand behind my husband and give him a good shove!!!
Shhhhhhh……. that’s our secret!!
I am soooo afraid of SPIDERS! I remember when I was a child we were playing “dress up”. I dropped something behind a Trunk , Mom had .when I reached behind the trunk to retrieve the item my hand rubbed something a huge spider crawled out I just about died from fear .Mom was able to “kill it’ so began my fear, the only good spider, to me is a “dead one’.I know GOD had a reason for including them in the Ark, but for my part He could have left them out.
I’m afraid of spiders too!
Not so good when you live alone and in a basement suite. I think my broom gets used to deal with spiders more than what it’s actually for.
This has been hilarious…(I know it’s not funny to you) but… I have never heard of some of these fears before! I am oblivious i guess. It’s not a fear of mine, but I hate chili “rings”. You know the ring you get around the sink after you let your dishwater out after cleaning up a pot of chili. I hate putting my hand in the sink to let out the water. I guess it’s a little bit of fear. just kinda a quirk. Thanks for making my day Lindsee! great blog!
Yes, that is so gross!
My weird fear is slugs. I am not just grossed out by them but truelly afraid. Once in college I walked out on the back patio in the dark, barefooted, and stepped on one. You would have thought I saw satan himself. Really freaked out just thinking back on the experience. Ok, done talking about it. 🙂
Hi my name is Deanna and I am emetophobic.
While you’re praying for mercy about morning sickness go ahead and plead for mercy and that no child will ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the dreaded warning whispered very closely to your face “Mommy, I don’t feel gooBLEEEEEHHHHHH!!” Make no mistake, you will jump & run with the child & take care of the spewing child without much thought about what is dripping from your hair….or ear….this is when you pray for a husband that doesn’t sleep like a hibernating bear! Just sayin.
I’ve developed a rating scale – a vomit factor – that I use to determine whether something should be consumed by myself or a child who may not be feeling very well. Items ranked on a scale of 1-100. Nothing gets less than a 25 and water is the only thing that gets a 25. Milk/yogurt are bonus items & get automatic 150.
I am terrified of using the restroom on an airplane. I’ve had this fear since I was little and will hold it, even if it is painful until we land and dart immediately to the nearest one. The only time I ever went on a plane was when I was pregnant and we had to circle around the city for over an hour due to weather before we could land. Since I was pregnant I couldn’t hold it any longer and had to go, but I was terried the entire time 🙂
June bugs. When I was a little girl my uncle used to hold them up to my arm so they would pinch me, and I’ve had them fly into my hair. They terrify me. I won’t leave the house after dark during June unless I have to – and then I literally RUN to the car or into the house (my garage is detached), squealing all the way! I don’t open the windows in the evening either because it makes my skin crawl to hear them buzzing their wings against the screen trying to get in to the light. I’m always afraid they will find a way in.
I have a fear of sleeping under a window. When I was little someone broke into our house at Christmas through a window, thank God we were at church and not at home, and ever since then I don’t like sleeping under a window. What if someone would break in while I was in bed and I got cut by the glass so I couldn’t get away. If I’m forced to sleep under a window a curl up at the end of the bed furthest away from the window.
I am terrified of big semi’s! When I was little my friends dad drove.. one and so we went on a trip with him, got just outside of town and I had to go to the bathroom(9 years old) and I backed up to far to the truck and burned my bottom on the stack pipe and now I’m terrified of them! Oh and I’m afraid of balloons…. and h
I am terrified of big semi’s! When I was little my friends dad drove.. one and so we went on a trip with him, got just outside of town and I had to go to the bathroom(9 years old) and I backed up to far to the truck and burned my bottom on the stack pipe and now I’m terrified of them! Oh and I’m afraid of balloons…. and horses!
My fear is of worms & night crawlers!!! Stems from having 4 brothers & then two sons that were told Mom is afraid of worms. Makes my skin crawl thinking of them. They tormented me with them. Also, even more weird, liquid medication. Give me a shot or a pill the size of a jelly bean but don’t make me drink liquid including cough syrup. That will make me do the unmentionable! I’m worse than a child!
i have a very irrational fear of snails…. when I see one, I cringe and freak out, like they’re going to grow legs and suddenly be able to move really fast and chase me.
i know… strange.
To be honest, I was a little nervous at first to admit or post my fears online because they dont exactly belong in the ‘adorably cute’ fear file. But, bringing fears into the light are important so god can bring healing. One of my biggest fears is turing away from god and comiting the unforgiveable sin and never being allowed into heaven. Although this is ridiculous, every time I get close to god, I get terrible spiritual attacks from the enemy. But I know deep down, god won’t allow anything that is his to be stolen out of his hands acording to his word. I pray that God will keep me close and never allow any prideful sin or myself take me from him.
Ok I have several strange fears. I will only bless you with one. I fear fat. Now, I am not talking about body fat. I am talking about fat on meat. I can not watch anyone, and I do mean anyone, eat it. I can not touch it cooked or uncooked. I cannot wash anything with fat chunks, drippings solidified or otherwise on it. Why you ask well it cause me to start gagging, in fact just thinking about it or talking about it will get me going. My kids think it is funny. Oh by the way I react the same way to touching fish, and meat in general. Yep makes for fun time when cooking.
I probably should have put down basements. I saw Amityvile (not sure thats spelled right) Horror as a teen and now can not do basements especially in older homes.
I am soooo afraid of cockroaches. And I live in Africa, Y’all!!! yuck. haven’t figured out God’s reason for those yet. Thanks for sharing!
My dad used to grab my ankle when I was little and it was a game to him to watch me squirm out of his grip. It was all in fun but eventually I started hating this game and he used it as a way to “build character” and make me quit being a “cry baby” lol…(I am really laughing, this sounds worse than it was, my dad is sweet- really). So, somehow my dh found out about this and will now grab my ankle on rare occasions when it strikes him. I just freak out. It makes me panic! I just hate that feeling. Stupid. Weird. But True.
Hahaha, how funny!!
I’m also afraid of grates in parking lots, and that I can relate to the one of throwing something valuable off a bridge!! But my weird fear is that I’ll find a dead body in the public restroom!!’ Every time I go into a public restroom, I always peek around to make sure!! Haha
Oompa Loompas from the original Willy Wonka and Flying Monkeys from The Wizard of Oz (which makes living in Kansas difficult! Pictures are everywhere it seems!) They both equally terrify my to the bone! Also the pirates that I convinced myself that live behind my grandma’s tv in her basement. At 21 years old, I still RUN up the stairs when I turn the light off…
I am still pretty hesitant when I encounter an escalator. If there are people behind me I will let them go first and wait for a clearing so I can take my time. I am sure I look like buddy the elf getting on one of those things. When I was young I had an eccentric aunt who told me ( while ON and escalator mind you) about a little girl who had an untied shoelace and got SUCKED INTO THE ESCALATOR! Ever since then. I have been a big fan of stairs. 🙂
I have two:
1) geese bombing me with their poo as they fly overhead…I always try to duck somewhere or walk in a criss cross pattern thinking that will help me avoid them
2) Someone shooting me because I passed them on the road. No really…I have NO idea where this comes from but when I pass people on the highway, I halfway expect to hear some sort of gunshot or windows breaking…and then I laugh knowing that will most likely NEVER happen. I think I need to quit watching crime shows 🙂
I am afraid of those metal tape measures that roll up into themselves. I cut my thumb on one when I was little, and now my husband doubles over with laughter when I cringe every time we have to hang a picture (which is a LOT, since we’re in the Army and have lived in 3 different houses since we got married in 2009.)
I seem to have little weird fears anymore but the
silliest seems to be a fear of getting locked in a public
restroom stall! If the door even slightly seems
stuck i get very panicky!!
FEET! The toes can be so crooked, toes on top of one another. Real long 2nd toes. Rough, dead skin on heels. I don’t let anyone come near me with their feet. Please keep them between you & the person who does your pedicure. In Midwest toes are covered for majority of the year, thank you Lord 🙂
I have a fear I’m going to “squash” our dog or cat in the garage door. My husband says it’s impossible because of the sensors. But of course, being an animal lover, every time I close it I have to watch to be sure (even when I’m running late). What if I shut it and went out the next morning or came home to find one of our beloved pets half in/half out, squeezed to death?!
I have two huge fears:
1. Tornados! If I hear any type of weather alert or siren, I freeze. I have to figure out the path of the tornado and if it is remotely close to my town, I grab every blanket and pillow I can carry, run down into the basement, and begin yelling for my entire family to get downstairs. I become literally paralyzed and someone usually has to help me move to a safe location. I often forget to breathe or else I begin hyperventilating. Even just typing this is causing me to shake and my heart is racing. I usually can laugh about my ridiculous reactions a few hours after the event! Right now, I am thankful that I have moved away from tornado alley and hopefully will not have as many experiences with tornados!
2. Centipedes!!!! I thought I was scared of spiders until I saw my first centipede. Like tornados, I begin to hyperventilate and I am literally frozen when I see one! Spiders are wicked scary, but add 92 more creepy legs and you have the creepiest creepy crawler!!
You aren’t alone, AnnDee!
When I was very young, we lived in Oklahoma City. The same year they had a record number of tornadoes. Our safe place was the hospital my dad worked in. Unfortunately there were a few women with us and they were screaming and carrying on. Makes a BIG impression on a 4 yr old little girl!!
I have been tornado/severe storm obsessed ever since! Spring time has me glued to the weather radar online and on my phone. I watch my weather, my Dad’s weather, my Mom’s weather, my best friends’, my whole family across the country!
I even have friends that call me “Cheri Cantore” LOL
Being afraid of a tornado is a good thing. And, Cheri Cantore is a good compliment in my book.
My father built roads in Western New York State. We always watched the weather growing up. My friends and family make fun of me for watching it. That’s ok. I dress for the weather.
I have a fear of tongue depressers. Who’s bright idea is it to to put a wooden stick in someone’s mouth & hold down their tongue. The Bible days to keep a reign in your tongue & I can do it myself! (At least physically speaking anyhow! LOL)
My other crazy irrational fear is, I’m afraid of Electric Eels. Hate them. Terrified of them. I keep at least a 10 foot distance at an aquarium. Nope. I’m convinced the class will break & will be shocked in more than one way! I love my curly hair but I don’t need it curled any more & fried. They just move kind of freaky in the water & try to electrocute you!?!?!?
Clowns…I’m scared of clowns. Well, pretty much anybody with their face painted. I pushed a child down at Six Flags once trying to get away from a guy with his face painted. I was seriously freaked out!
I live in the Houston area and I have a fear of the over passes. I have to plan all my routes to exit before I get to the overpass and drive on the feeder.
Ventriloquists and their puppets. Freak me out.
Pam
Oh my!! I just laughed til I cried my mascara into a black smoodge under my eyes. I think the fear about opening bicuits is HILARIOUS!! I’m picturing the bomb squad baing called in to open these explosive biscuits!! Hahahaha!! I will forever enjoy cracking up when I open my crescent roll tubes!! Thank you for the much-needed burst of happiness at the end of this crazy day!
My irrational fear involves holding ridiculously tightly to my keys when I pass a grid-covered drain hole in the parking lot…..as though they would just fall down there! I can’t help it!!
My quirky fear makes me sound like an absolute lunatic… but I have an INTENSE fear of things in clusters/things that are “holey.” Think honeycombs. Like, lots of them.
I learned in college that this is actually a REAL fear… (of course, it’s real, it scares me, right?) called trypophobia.
DISGUSTING.
I forgot to mention my other fear this morning – bubbles or suds of any kind. Actually, it’s not so much that I’m afraid as that it just gives me the willies to think about it/see it/touch it. Yes, I do get clean. I’m grossed out just thinking about it. *shudder*
My daughters and I went to the Fabulous Fox theater in St. Louis to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. We were in the balcony and my youngest daughter leaned over and said “You see that chandelier? I’m scared I’m going to try to jump up on it!” Even stranger, I leaned over and whispered back “I was thinking the same thing.”
Sharks, cockroaches, spiders, zombies (yes i know they are not real), my niece or nephew being taken. 🙂
Oh, these are hilarious – thanks so much for sharing. It is so good to know I’m not the only ‘weird’ one among us Siestas. Okay – here’s mine: Salad Bars! I guess you could connect it to germs, but I got viciously ill from food poisoning from one (I think I still have post-traumatic stress from that! grin!) and from that time on, seeing one makes my stomach queasy. Girls – be careful at salad bars!
Here ya go Dear Sister Beth Moore, I’m hoping this will bring you a chuckle 😉 (saw your comment on twitter and just HAD to post)
Two days ago, my mom informed me that we have a mouse somewhere in the pantry. Now, I’m not afraid of mice, just dont care for them running under my feet.
But, when I was a teenager, I was so lonely for a “friend”, that I bought myself a white gerbil, with red eyes from the pet store. However, when I fed him he’d run from his corner, bite me, and then run back. It got to the point where I ended up having to wear a leather glove to feed him because I knew what was coming, and its not fun to get bit from a good size gerbil whose part rodent and part Vampire.
Well, one day, after him biting into my glove, I decided that I was done with him. (not much love there I know) So, I put him in a small brown paper bag, and walked 1/2 mile into the fields, and opened up the bag to share with him and let him know, I was done with him biting me, and reminded him, “you dont bite the hand that feeds you”. I told him what he needed to do, “you will need to eat your way out of this paper bag in order to survive, but I’m positive you’ll be able to do that
(yes, I’m pretty sure he understood the English language 😉
Well, I dropped that bag and walked away not even shedding a tear….(dont judge me, LOL most of you wouldn’t have even saved him from the pet store)
Anyways, now you see I really dont have a “fear” of mice, just not a big fan of them. Well, two days ago my Mom informed me that she saw mice turds in her pantry and asked me what should “we” do to block the holes in the wall inside the pantry (this apt is 82 years old, and we’re lucky its still standing). So, I said, Do you have any ideas? She said, yes, how about “we” get some sort of spray foam thats in a can, and fill the holes. I said, I’m willing to try anything. So, she got two cans, and I headed to spray the holes. Problem is, I hadn’t checked out the SIZE of the holes before I started, and when I got there, they were so big, you could put a small dog into them. Mom said, just do your best. So, after I put on my Super Woman cape, I climbed the chair and began to spray…and spray..and spray. Until I realized, it wasn’t hardening as fast as I needed it to, and it was now starting to fall from the ceiling of the pantry, onto the walls, and YES..INTO MY HAIR!!! I freaked!! I said “Mom, you gotta help me here, get this crap out of my pony tail.” But, instead of her just pulling out the little bit that was on the tip of my pony tail,she decided to COMB the ENTIRE pony tail, mixing the foam, with the NON FOAMED HAIR! I freaked some more.
So then, as I feel her starting to panic, she decided to add some hot water with it. As she’s putting hot water all over it (and I think some dish soap DAWN into it,) I’m reading the spray can hoping to find an answer as to how to remove spray foam and it says, “water hardens it faster”. I just about passed out at this point! Well, after her pulling and hardening it, till it felt more like a wood post, I said, lets just get the scissors and I’m going to cut the wooden hair out. As I was cutting, the hardened foamed part of my hair, it was sticking to my fingers, and I looked like I was turning into a werewolf starting with my fingertips. All the while, Christmas music was playing in the background. So, what are my fears???
When my Mom asks me to do something for her!!! 🙂
I have an irrational fear that I seem to be alone on. When driving on a road trip, I have a fear that I will throw things out the car window. The biggest thing I fear throwing out the window is my cell phone! I have been this way for 15 years! I know it sounds crazy, and my family all think I’m a kook, but I have to put my cell phone away from myself while on a road trip and put the car windows on child lock! It’s so crazy! Now before you ask, no I’ve never done it, but there is something in me that just wants to chunk all my cares out the window and ride on my merry way. 🙂
One more. Public restrooms. I can still go but I don’t like it. The ones that are private are ok. I hate the ones with stalls (we aren’t cattle!) Terrified of doing “number 2” with people around.
Worse restroom ever. I was on a college searching trip with my mom. We stopped at a mall to do shopping & I had to go. I was ahead of her. Walked in & turned right around. My eyes were huge & told her “I’m NOT” going in there! She had to know so she went in. Thankfully no one else was using it either. It was one with the stalls, but NO DOORS. You sit down & face the mirrors at the sink! No thank you!
oh my..this is such a good post. Mine would be mice. I mean really they are small and probably harmless but it their beady eyes that do me in. One time I saw one come across our kitchen floor stop and look at me with those eyes…I was on the counter with a broom as if I would be able to get a mouse that way….needless to say I was there until my dear hubby came home and said what are you doing…waiting for you to find the beady eyed mouse that lead me to spring to this counter.
I am sure God has a reason for their eyes but couldn’t he have made them a bit cuter if we must come eye to eye
My fears are elevators and escalators , if I have to go up 10 flights of stairs I will to avoid this these things. Also do not like to sit in the back seat of a car always afraid the behind of the cars going to fall and leave me back there and the front of the car us going to keep going without me.
Another fear us I have had dreams that I am late for work and I Always show up in my p,j’s and forget to put my partial in my mouth
Carol
yea how hilarious am I, I have to blink my eyes once as I’m changing a webpage or I fear it will freeze.
You’re welcome.
I am afraid that while i am typing on my computer, some man’s face will appear and be staring at me through my screen…and i don’t even have a camera on my computer!! I also am phobic about sucking up bugs in my vacuum cleaner and finding they “nest,” multiply, and come back out of the vacuum cleaner hose at night. Otherwise, I am normal…I think.
I have a fear of things in circular clusters. I used to fear getting into a nest of ticks and having them attach in a cluster on me. Those pod things with all the holes in them and the seeds inside that people put in dried arrangements. Oh my. Disgusting. I had to work through the holes on the tops of crocs when my kids started wearing them. Also ear wax. It freaks me out if I can see ear wax in someone’s ear. I imagine getting q tips and getting it out. Everyone in my house cleans their ears daily. They know random ear checks are possible at any moment!!!
My 8 month old, a precious baby boy, is terrified of public restrooms. He has no reaction to bathrooms or toilets at home. He’s a chill little man typically, but if we step foot in a public bathroom he screams. I’m talking loud, newborn baby, help-me-mama screams!!! At first I thought it was the loud toilets flushing but he does it even if it’s silent!!! Also, someone ALWAYS comments on this when we emerge…both of us red-faced.
I am a little older than most of you, but am still afraid of mountain driving when there is a sheer drop off on one side. I’ve even been known to cover my eyes or lay down in the seat. When I went to the Grand Canyon with our children; they went straight to the edge to look. Horrified, as I eased my way to 20 feet from the edge, my legs turned rubbery. I grabbed my children’s tshirts from the back; thinking I could just hold on to them in case they fell off! Everyone started laughing; even people I did not know! My Godly husband tries not to get tickled; yet ever once in a while I hear a snicker come out of him! I pray my home in Heaven is on flat land!
So embarrassing to write this but oh well…When I was little I was ALWAYS afraid of a witch with long fingernails coming to tickle me in my sleep. To this day I can’t sleep with my arms above my head leaving my armpits wide open…I always imagine a witch ticking me!…haha. 🙂
Lindsee – this is hilarious – I’m laughing and getting scared at the same time! Here’s another one:
Sinkholes – and I’ve never seen one except on TV, but the thought of your house or car or even YOURSELF sinking into the ground scares the daylights out of me. I’m very claustrophobic – and I think that is why it scares me.
This has been fun. We are more alike than we realize.
Love y’all,
GJ
My biggest fear is also vomiting. And another huge fear over the years has been choking. And , especially the fear of choking while vomiting. lol ( not funny but typing it made me laugh ) I asked the Lord to keep me from vomiting and I went many years ( 20 ? ) without vomiting. Then , last year … my neighbor invited me over for dinner. ( she also has a fear of vomiting ) After dinner I felt full ,and icky. I had to go sit on her couch. It was strange. She asked me if I was okay , did I feel like I was going to be sick , did i need to GO HOME ( LOL , hint , hint !! ) and I told her I’d be fine , just needed to let my food digest. The ” icky ” feeling kept on but she asked me if I felt like I was going to ” throw up ” ( NEVER use those words around me if there is the POSSIBILITY , NEVER !!! WORST thing to do. ) Then she asks if I need a trash can. She gets one and is holding it out in front of me … and of course I couldn’t speak I was in ***** FEAR ***** that I really WAS going to throw up and kept motioning with my hands to stop ( talking about throwing up or a trash can , cuz then that would make it too real and … ) next thing I know I threw up on her , me ,her sofa , her carpet…. I WAS MORTIFIED AND TERRFIED , as was she !! She immediately texted her boyfriend 25 minutes away and he rushed over. It was AWFUL!!! Of course after it was over , there was an immediate relief that I was 1 ) feeling better and 2 ) did not DIE from it … and we went back & forth from laughing about it to being mortified that this REALLY DID HAPPEN. She was afraid I had a stomache bug , and I knew I didn’t , but couldn’t convince her of it. We had to air out her trash can on my front porch for about two months before she would consider taking it back into her house. We’re still good friends but it was a freakish thing !! We’ve now got our hand motions down for ” throw up ” and know what to say or NOT to say !!
As for choking , I’ve gotten soo much better. But I went thru a period of time in my twenties where it got severe and really irrational. Even getting a swallow of water down. At that time I would only eat mashed potatoes , and be in tears when I had to swallow , because I knew my LIFE depended on getting food down. It sounds nutty but I was TERRIFIED. In my 50’s now , I still prefer soft foods and soups and have to chew everything to death before I swallow it. I chew all pills. It’s hard to put into words , but at times I ” mis-swallow ” ( because I have anxiety over swallowing at the right time ), and if I get too anxious I’ll go ahead and swallow a split second before I actually need to swallow and sure enough I’m choked on my food for a split second before it goes down , and then I’m ready for a nap to recover from the dang anxiety over it all.
A surgeon looked in my throat years ago though and told me I have a long and large uvula , ( that dangly thing in the back of our throats ) AND that the entrance to my throat was rather small. That helped me realize its NOT all in my head. Well , technically I guess it is.
I’ve always admired you ” easy swallowers ” . lol