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What are your phobias? Is there something really weird that you can't stand at all?

I have a couple of really weird ones.

You know when you cut into a sweet pepper (also known as Capiscum, Bell Pepper...) and there's a small baby pepper inside? Well that absolutely freaks me out. I mean I start shaking and have to look away, I was cutting up peppers to put in a red sauce I was cooking for dinner last night and there was a smaller one inside one of them. I felt like I was going to throw up and had to get out of the kitchen for a while. I just left that pepper lying there and didn't look at it when I came back. Then I had to call my sister to get rid of it for me. Weird right? I have no idea where the aversion came from but usually after I can laugh it off...usually

Another weird phobia I have is I cannot stand the idea of getting stitches. I don't mind needles and I don't mind getting injections when I need one and I have on occasion sewed buttons on etc but the idea of someone stitching my skin makes me feel faint. Thankfully, there has never been an occasion where stitches have been required which is a damn good thing otherwise I would be a basket case

So share your weird aversions, let's see the kooky side!

This is going to sound really weird. First off, our microwave makes this little jingle when it has finished heating or cooking etc. It goes bee bee bee bee bee doop doop. When I make my coffee in the microwave instead of letting it finish I wait and always press stop on the second last doop. I don't know what would happen if I missed that second last doop, I have not missed it yet. I thought that this was really weird until I just read RuqeeD's pepper phobia.

I would be stuffed if I had your stitches phobia. I have 15 stitches in my left hand where I cut it down to the bone cutting a pumpkin in half. I have 5 stitches on my right thumb where I also sliced it down to the bone cutting open a pack of pasta with a really sharp knife. I also have three stitches under my chin when I dived to make this amazing catch playing footy. Unfortunately when my chin smashed into the ground I dropped the ball. So I got three stitches and we still lost the game.

I've had stitches and staples, but I was out cold when they were put in. I probably wouldn't have been too thrilled about it if I'd been awake...but don't even ask me what the doctor used to take the staples out. I thought she was kidding!

Bats. Bats need to stay away from me. Not the baseball-swingy things; the icky gross flappy evil things. I know, I know, I know. They don't hurt anybody, they eat mosquitoes, blahblah. Fine. They can live...just far, far away from wherever I am. And no, they are not more scared of me than I am of them. No bat would ever go temporarily insane if I got caught in its hair. Gimme spiders, snakes, bugs, lizards, rats (obviously), politicians, I'm fine with all of 'em. Just keep the bats away!
I don't like sponges, either. They're weird.

I don't like sponges, either. They're weird.

When I was younger a neighbour of ours used to wear a wig , I was there once with my brother and a wig was on the coffee table, we fooled around with it throwing it at each other and it hit me full in the face, the feeling was horrible, I could never touch again.

Mine is the more traditional of spiders and creepie crawlies, I was never any good with them and this endures to this day. I dont mind the smaller spiders but if i saw a huge one just scuttling along a wall or the floor, I would just freeze with fear, im ashamed to say it but I genuinely wouldnt want to go anywhere near Australia for the sole reason that huge spiders may be in my room or nearby on a beach, I would never be able to relax knowing so many of them are nearby and could appear at any point. Even knowing all the sights of Oz, i would still not be able to go near them sharing it with spiders and snakes etc

StephenKingman wrote:Mine is the more traditional of spiders and creepie crawlies, I was never any good with them and this endures to this day. I dont mind the smaller spiders but if i saw a huge one just scuttling along a wall or the floor, I would just freeze with fear, im ashamed to say it but I genuinely wouldnt want to go anywhere near Australia for the sole reason that huge spiders may be in my room or nearby on a beach, I would never be able to relax knowing so many of them are nearby and could appear at any point. Even knowing all the sights of Oz, i would still not be able to go near them sharing it with spiders and snakes etc

SKM, I have probably been to beaches about ten thousand times in my life and I am yet to see a spider on the beach. I don't think they like the beach with the tide coming in and all. In the same amount of time I have seen probably four or five snakes. I can guarantee that you will be safe, however having said that my brother found a brown snake (very poisoness) under the house not long ago.

Got to be a bit of a prat here ( why change the habit of a lifetime ) but for a snake to be poisonous you would have to eat it before it did you any harm, surely you meant to say venomous.

Ant wrote:Got to be a bit of a prat here ( why change the habit of a lifetime ) but for a snake to be poisonous you would have to eat it before it did you any harm, surely you meant to say venomous.

Yes Ant you are correct, I should have said venomous, I don't think you are a prat, you have made me realise that I have been saying Poisonous (instead of venomous) snakes all my life.

Cheers

StephenKingman wrote:Mine is the more traditional of spiders and creepie crawlies, I was never any good with them and this endures to this day. I dont mind the smaller spiders but if i saw a huge one just scuttling along a wall or the floor, I would just freeze with fear, im ashamed to say it but I genuinely wouldnt want to go anywhere near Australia for the sole reason that huge spiders may be in my room or nearby on a beach, I would never be able to relax knowing so many of them are nearby and could appear at any point. Even knowing all the sights of Oz, i would still not be able to go near them sharing it with spiders and snakes etc

Personally, I wouldn't want to meet a Jim Stafford in a dark alley...

..."I don't like spiders and snakes
And that ain't what it takes to love me
You fool, you fool
I don't like spiders and snakes
And that ain't what it takes to love me
Like I want to be loved by you"

Sorry Tralala but for me it's rats & snakes .... just thinking about them give me the heebie geebies.

The other thing that annoys me, but it's not really a phobia, is being wakened up by the alarm clock ... I just hate that & it fecks up my whole day. I have myself programmed (!) to wake about 30secs before the alarm is due to go off & it nearly always works except occasionally and then I'm like a bear with a shore head for the rest of the day. I don't mind if its the radio but if it's the alarm clock

Fran wrote:Sorry Tralala but for me it's rats & snakes .... just thinking about them give me the heebie geebies.

The other thing that annoys me, but it's not really a phobia, is being wakened up by the alarm clock ... I just hate that & it fecks up my whole day. I have myself programmed (!) to wake about 30secs before the alarm is due to go off & it nearly always works except occasionally and then I'm like a bear with a shore head for the rest of the day. I don't mind if its the radio but if it's the alarm clock

Hey Fran, I am a really early riser now, but I used to be the opposite and love a good sleep in. My trick was to set the alarm clock an hour early and then just keep hitting the snooze button. I would even leave the alarm set on the weekends, Ahh, nothing like the feeling of knowing you can just curl back up and go to sleep.

Fran wrote:Sorry Tralala but for me it's rats & snakes .... just thinking about them give me the heebie geebies.

The other thing that annoys me, but it's not really a phobia, is being wakened up by the alarm clock ... I just hate that & it fecks up my whole day. I have myself programmed (!) to wake about 30secs before the alarm is due to go off & it nearly always works except occasionally and then I'm like a bear with a shore head for the rest of the day. I don't mind if its the radio but if it's the alarm clock

Hey, I'm not trying to convert anyone...I accept that you don't like rats, and you accept that I like to live with furry lumps of yuck.
I've gotta say, though (and I probably have before)...my friend Theresa totally freaked out about the idea of rats as pets, until she met my Lux (R.I.P.). Luxie just looked at her, and it was all, "AWWWW! I didn't know they were soooo cuuuuute!" after that. But then, I know people who won't even come into my house, just on the off-chance that the rats might've escaped. I wouldn't push a rat on anyone. As long as they do my bidding....BWAHAHAHAHAAA
I'd sleep for days, if not for my alarm clocks. What gets to me is the way SOME people have set their alarm an hour earlier than they absolutely have to get up, and then hit 'snooze' over and over and over...not you, Gannon. But a certain Rooster may find himself with an alarm clock jammed into an uncomfortable place if he keeps it up.
"Camel Girls" give me the major oogs. I've only seen pictures, but I have a hard time with those, even. And why are they always girls?

The veins in my arms don't worry me too much until the phlebotomist (a trained individual who draws blood from a live person) has to take a medical sample. I go "aagghh" and double over clutching my arms tightly around my body until my adult self defeats my squeamish inner child. I breathe deeply, stand up straight then lie down before I keel over. The whole process isn't as bad as my imagination tells me.