Random phobias

I can’t deal with winged beetles. Every summer there are these June Bugs that slam themselves repeatedly against our screen windows like their lives depend on breaking in and attacking me, and there’s something so demented and aggressive about them. I’ve always wanted to go to Costa Rica, but I hear there are Rhinoceros beetles that burrr around like toy helicopters and bang into your face, so I’d have to wear a helmet.

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I can never finish food I've snagged from my mother; sweets in particular. I recall one day during lunch I'd happened to bring a bagfull of oatmeal cookies I'd absconded with the day before my mother took off on her flight to New Orleans. ... However, when I set into the bag, I found it near impossible to finish, as I was wholly convinced that to finish the bag would be to kill my mother. ... I *still* can't finish a bag of oatmeal cookies to this day.

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I can't stand the thought of being dragged. Any time I see someone in a movie or a cartoon being dragged across the ground, my stomach turns and all I can think about--even if it's a cartoon--is how painful the road rash would be.

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Well, seeing as I'm a terrible hypochondriac, I'm terrified of illnesses of all sorts. All it takes is a bruise in the wrong place, a sudden pain and I'm off to the internet to look for an answer. ... And I find one. I find many, in fact. I thereafter crawl up to my mother's room and insist that I have some terrible illness that just happens to only occur in males.

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i have an extreme fear of balls if one is near me i will run away just because i fear it will hit my face

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When I ride my bike and I take one hand off the handlebar to wave to a friend or something, I must then, after replacing the hand, briefly take the other hand off the handlebar, and then very briefly take both hands off. If I do not do this I feel extremely unbalanced and anxious.

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I have a fear of foods on sticks, like corn dogs or popsicles. When I was younger, I was eating a popsicle and somehow got a splinter in my gums. Now I cannot eat anything on a stick.

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i don't really know why but whenever i see my bed cover not fixed,i don't really know but my body starts fixing it.weird.i couldn't stand the sight of it.

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When I was smaller, I would have the oddest recurring nightmares. One of which was this eerily mundane situation.... I was in a QuikMart, you see... you know, the sort with gas stations? I was in there and there was this skeleton, slumped against the tiered goods. I remember trying to avoid it, but I'd always walk too close and it would grab me. Yes... yes, a skeleton in a QuikMart. Thankfully, those nightmares stopped a while ago, but I still can't hear about a QuikMart without it carrying a negative connotation.

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When I was very young, I frequently had the same nightmare. I would be in my bed when a ghost would appear by the side. It then take me and put me into an object that looked like a telephone box, but once I was inside I would be spun round and round continually, as though I was inside a washing-machine. I was terrified of this. I have no idea how it originated, but I obviously can't have enjoyed being spun round...

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