I'm gagging just thinking about it.

No one mentioned ASTEROIDS?
It's gonna happen sometime!

bees, man. FUCK BEES.

and bird shit. i hate bird shit. i went to a zoo when i was like 10 and a bird shat in my hair from a tree.

That's not a phobia; that's a perversion.

i think my fear of them is subconciously turned into hatred.

There are people who do it with flies...
(I can't believe some of the crap I know about)

Combined with your barnacle factoid, I'm beginning to recognize an alarming pattern.

I have seen a photo (which thankfully I can't locate) of this:

Basically, guy puts his business in a jar full of flies and lets them crawl around in there to achieve the desired effect.

i went to the theme park "islands of adventure" on halloween and they were doing this thing where people who work for the park walk around in costumes and masks to try and scare people.
within 15 minutes i left in tears. i was 13 years old, but that's no excuse. that shite freaked me out

haha they once did that too I themepark near my town but instead of them scaring me i scared them :D

HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS! That was both scary and fun. I've gone twice.

I don't like heights.

Spiders and anything that can result in extreme pain. Also walking across the bridges near my town. The river is toxic, you fall in and your fucked.

I thought you were afraid of clowns too?

Your avatar is a Jim Henson product, is it not?

If you didn't cough hairballs up, you probably wouldn't be afraid of them. You know, they have ointment for that?

oddly, i like most of the things of which most people are afraid. for one, i actually like small spaces. hiding in closets, under beds, in the spaces left in the couch when you unroll a hide-a-bed, etc., were some of my favorite things to do when i was little. also, i love heights. when i heard we were staying on the 44th floor of our hotel when i went to nyc over a year ago i was elated.

but i do have my fears, of which bees (or any insect with a stinger) and being mugged are two. also, regarding mayonnaise, while i'm not afraid of it per se, i could live without it except on rare occasions.

it is a meditation on death of sorts i think..i liked to hide a lot too...many kids do, but


INT. MUNSON HOUSE - DORR'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Dorr shimmies out from under the bed.

DORR
Well that was very... refreshing...
As you know...

He gets to his feet, slaps dust from the front of his pants.

DORR
...we academics are inordinately
fond of wedgin' ourselves into
confined spaces. At Yale the students
will see how many of their number
they can enclose in a telephone booth;
Harvard, a broom closet.

MRS. MUNSON
Why I never!

DORR
There was the goldfish-swallowin'
craze, of course, a different but
related phenomenon... Ahem... I hope
I didn't spill any tea...

posers, movie sequels, and heights.

I do not fear clowns; I loathe them and all of the manic, inexplicable, and covertly evil happiness and tomfoolery they represent.

Of course I wouldn't fear hairballs if I didn't cough them up; the probability that they would strangle me would be significantly smaller.

And, silly boy - I said my phobia is of "muppet people." This quite obviously does not apply to fireys and other Jim Henson creatures of their ilk; it includes felt puppet reproductions of humans, as seen on The Muppet Show and Phil Collins videos. Everyone knows that muppet people lie patiently in the closets of both the young and old, waiting for their victims to fall into a deep sleep, only so the innocent prey will awaken to find themselves DIRECTLY face to face with this Satanic regurgitation of animated cloth, which is hovering above them, feeding off of the fear of surprise as an appetizer to the human flesh it is preparing to consume with its soft and pliant gums.

Fireys are simply misunderstood, unfortunate victims of the prejudice of questionable aesthetics. They are fabulous dancers, with a commendable sense of rhythm, and carry a half-decent tune. Their hairstyles alone embodied the spirit of punk rock as we know it, and paved the way for what we supposedly modern pedestrians call avant-garde fashion.

Sheesh.

I have 2 phobias, one is of heights, and the other is of cheetoes. I mean that literally too, it's quite a real fear. If someone opens a bag of cheetoes near me, I have to leave the room

I'm scared of red-neck stand up comedians.