ridiculous. not yours, mine. I like everyone in the world, have fears. Some, are very rational, some are just plain weird.
The rational ones:
Being left behind. I have a horrible fear, even now at the age of 19, of being abandoned or left behind. If someone says, "Hey Rebekah stay here I'll be right back" if they don't come back quickly, I start to panic. It's pretty annoying and ridiculous.
Spiders. But not just any old spider. I'm afraid of large, fast moving hairy ass fucking spiders. Small spiders, fine, I don't care about you, you want to make a home out of the old cobwebs in the corner of my ceiling, go for it. I like recycling. But if you're a big fast, or slow, possibly hairy spider one of two things will happen to you. Or three depending on how I feel and how fast you move. 1) I will kill you. I will make your death quick, for I believe all living things deserve that, however you will die. 2)I call my father, to come and save your unworthy ass. or 3) I feel generous and set you free myself. But this only happens when my dad is either asleep, or not there.
Mice. Rebekah, does not. do. Mice. ATALL. I used to smash my fear of mice when my dad was away, to save my poor mother, I became the man, however now that he is retired. FUCK THAT SHIT! I am throwing away all bravery and embracing my fear and disgust. However, if they're dead gifts left for me either at my doorstep of at my feet from my furry feline friends, I smile and accept. And smash my fear.
Being Blind, deaf or paralyzed from the waste down. Don't know why, I just am. Maybe this is irrational. Hmm.
Semis. aka eighteen wheelers and propane trucks. This is a love hate thing with them. I love them, when the owners put those awesome fangs and teeth on the grill to add a bit of scary and accurate personality to them. And when they don't have their trailer attached. But I only like that because it reminds me of O. Prime. rofl.
However no matter what I have an overwhelming fear of being crushed by one and dying (or paralyzed?) by one of them. Especially when changing lanes. Jesus, when I have to change lanes next to them or when they're changing lanes I just silently freak out and scream in my head, horrified that they'll just not see me and crush the life out of me. As for the propane truck, I'm afraid of he crashes into me I'll not only be crushed but the truck will blow up and kill me,again. Now this fear is fairly new because when I was younger almost every Thanksgiving my mother used to drive my brother and I to Ohio and we always used to end up of this stretch of highway? that was crawling with eighteen wheelers. They were everywhere, we were surrounded by them. But it never bothered me, but now if I was in that situation, I'd silently be horrified.
I used to be afraid of death, or rather dying a painful death of before I got to do anything important in my life. Now, I don't really care. Don't get me wrong, dying a painful death still bothers me but it doesn't scare me, nor does dying itself. I've pretty much done what I've wanted too. I've worked for something I strongly believed in(Obama's champaign), I've voted for someone and had them win. I've graduated highschool and actually gone to a public school (TCC) I've gone surfing in Hawaii, I've been to Hawaii, along with Europe. I've met new amazing people, I've done some pretty daring things. I drive. I've swam out to a sandbar, which is big since I'm a horrible swimmer. I've lived my life. I can't really think of anything else I really and truly..wait, oh yeah I want to go Sky diving. but still, if I died tomorrow, I would not have any regrets and I wouldn't feel like I've missed out on anything. With the exception of sky diving and meeting a celeb. I'd really love to meet Matt Damon before I die. lol
Getting pregnant. PLEASE GOD NO!
Irrational fears?
Being eaten by a shark. I find this irrational, even though it's a really common fear, because how often am I ever in the Ocean? Exactly. And how often am I in shark territory? Again. I say exactly.
Sex. Mainly for STDs and uh getting pregnant by accident.(though, sex is so overrated. though.)
And then the famous fear of...chicken and duck. FEET! These disgust me to NO end. Really, ask my mother, she'll be the first to tell you with a huge smile on her face and laughter in her voice that I am indeed horribly afraid of chicken and duck feet. However, I'm only afraid of them when they're off of their owners very much alive body, or on their owners very DEAD body. They're horrible. I can't even look at them, or atleast not for a long time. Chicken feet are the worst though. I mean have you looked at them? They look like HANDS! PEOPLES HANDS!!! EWWWW GROSS! Hello. My mother used to think it was funny to grab them and wave them in front of my face, she even got my boyfriend(at the time) to grab one and tease me with it. I can't stand it though, like right now, we have a dead duck in the fridge, okay great fine. But do you really have to leave the feet on. They're just sitting there, hanging off of the body, their claws sometimes get stuck in the veggie case and I have to touch..TOUCH the foot itself to move it. EWWW. It's even worse when my parents cut them off, leave them all in a bucket and then feed them to the dogs. If I have to feed the dogs and they eat feet that day, I can't watch them eat it. It just bothers me and creeps me out to much.
My mother thinks it's funny though. I remember once, because she's mean and spiteful, she went on vacation to Cali (I think) and she took this picture on her phone, and she called me to come and see it. And she had taken a picture of this vendor selling meats and what not, and he had this bucked of chicken feet. And it was spilled out onto the street and the chicken feet where just...everywhere. IT was so gross. She had taken that picture just to show me. So...spiteful.
But those are my fears. the chicken feet being my most ridiculous fear of all.