Phobias

[Mal Hombre]

Originally Posted by TCO95

So how do I know this stuff? I used to have a fear of bridges that crossed highways or waterways.

So ,Did You get over it ?....Sorry

[Sir Honkers]

Originally Posted by billybunter

I like spiders. Not the ones that kill you.

does dying of a heart attack 'cause you wake up and see one on the ceiling directly over head, count as technically being killed by a spider.

[MaxJoker]

A woman who tells me she knows her own mind.

Because given every woman`s mind i`ve ever been around has contained more deranged madness than a barrel full of drooling Charlie Manson`s , well.

Just saying

[Estreeter]

That exact sight
I'm afraid if I got that, I wouldn't be able too eat
But worse, what if the message was from the pizza itself

[mellowyellow]

In the past couple of years I diminished my Phobia into just a very 'mild feeling of discomfort'. However I obtained another one: Falling coconuts!




Having witnessed this myself on two occasions -once on a beach and once on a neighbouring table of a crowded open air restaurant- it made a lasting impression. Then later on I accidentally read about how often this occurs (with 150 fatalities on average each year).
Since then -when in tropical surroundings- I walk on pavements, beaches, squares and fields compulsary looking up with a special interest in what goes on above my head while circumnavigating the countless number of fallen coconuts on the ground, proof of what can come down and what does come down on a regular basis.

[MaxJoker]

[palo5]

Originally Posted by MaxJoker

I get a phobia about wrong information too. The bag should say "Big Bag Serves 6 normal people...

... or 1 American"

[MaxJoker]

I suffer dreadfully from Hylophobia

Which as you all know is a fear of trees

So can't avoid having palpitations and panic attacks

Especially whenever peeing

[MaxJoker]

I`m phobic about long words

Especially the official term for it Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

Fact having just written that now I`ll need to lie down , as feeling quite queer

[Cousin Eddie]

Originally Posted by scoundrel

I am fed up to the back teeth of being told that air is the safest way to travel: whatever the statistics say the evidence of my own eyes is that being lord knows how many thousand feet up in the air just isn't all that safe. QED.

The air experience also tunes right in to my fear of confined spaces. Here is a brief summary of my first flight, when I discovered that I am afraid of flying.

The flight was a Brittania Airways Boeing 737-200 going from London Gatwick to Geneva. It started with a bit of light relief when, in a voice so posh it could have been a Monty Python parody, the Captain addressed us:

''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise on behalf of Britannia Airways for the thirty minute delay in the departure of this flight to Geneva, which has arisen because your Captain forget to set his alarm clock this morning...''

But things got serious once the cabin crew clamped the door shut. It was bourne in upon me that anything which happened to the aircraft from this moment was happening to scoundrel as well. I clearly hadn't thought carefully enough about what I was letting myself in for.

I had been allocated a window seat so I got a full view of the airport rushing past at some unfeasible speed while the aeroplane was still solidly earthbound. I had an opportunity to absorb the fact that a moment is reached before takeoff when the aeroplane must either fly or crash: there is no third option. Then the earth receded so quickly, but I could identify my own car in one of the many airport car parks a long way down...

For just over an hour the flight went well. I even had a decent, if somewhat scaled down meal. Airline food isn't as bad as people say.

As we approached the Alps and started to descend, I discovered the joys of turbulence The sensation of falling down a liftshaft over and over again is less than reassuring.

As you enter the Geneva Airport landing path, the plane goes through mountain passes so you get a view of solid rock uncomfortably close to the wings. Hmm.

But when we were clearly not far from terra firma, and the city itself was visable, the engines suddenly screamed blue murder, the whole plane tilted rather a lot and actually shook. The cabin crew tried hard to show no alarm in front of us but couldn't conceal that they hadn't expected it and didn't like it at all. In my window I saw a mountainside getting closer and closer. Hmm.

Then the view was of blue sky again and the aeroplane was level and flying normally. The Captain's voice came on the blower, sounding like Alvar Liddell reading the BBC News in 1940.

''Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for that entirely unscheduled manoevre, which arose because Geneva Airport ordered me to abort my landing at the very last possible second.''

Pause.

''I am about to speak to Geneva Airport,'' (slight pause) ''and tell them exactly what is on my mind.''...

The actual landing what an anti-climax after that. We didn't even bounce. But it was too late: my views on air travel had already set in stone.

How can someone so cowardly make it in society?