People Share Their Oddly Specific Fears

You need Xanax for THAT?!

Fear is a crippling life side effect. Nobody wants to be afraid of anything but when it happens it happens. Often specific fears are detailed, strange and may seem irrational to the outside eye. But until it happens to you, keep your big mouth shut if you have no helpful words of encouragement. D

ig deep, we all have those one or two things that we just can't handle. It can be something as simple as the fear of ducks watching you. Yes. THAT is an actual fear. I don't get it but it's not my place to judge. And it's the bravest of us all who share their fears out loud so that others know they aren't alone.

Redditor u/sniffmynostril wanted everyone to divulge some life secrets by asking.... What's an oddly specific fear of yours?

That's not a bad fear to have love... 

I constantly worry that I smell bad and I'm the only person who doesn't notice. petethepianist

I wear cologne literally every day for this exact reason. When I was in high school and going through puberty, one day my armpits just decided to REEK and I had an entire classroom telling me how bad I smelled. I called my mom and went home and never let that happen again. Atomicman4

Believe in yourself... we do. I swear! 

I am afraid that I am actually stupid, but nobody is telling me because they do not want to be rude. BRVRcreepypasta

Whenever I used to receive praise at a job, it made me feel like I might be mentally disabled and people were just saying I was doing a good job to help encourage the handicapped idiot. I didn't get a lot of positive encouragement growing up. Walking on man hole covers or grates. In my mind, I will step on them, they will give way, and I will fall into the middle of the earth. I step over or around them every time.


Off with a digit! 

When I walk by those office paper cutters, I get nervous that I might suddenly decide to put my hand in there and cut off a couple digits. It's like the Call of the Void, but for office supplies. Urocyon2012

Hands to yourself! 


I'm seriously afraid of being pulled under beds by disembodied hands. Specifically mannequin or model hands made of plaster or wood, and covered in gloves. I don't know what would happen if they did pull me under a bed, but it's a highly irrational, and stupid fear I've had since childhood and the source of recurring nightmares.

I also fear dolls, and clowns. I don't fear the dolls themselves, it's the dolls "Staring at me" that gets me. Infamous_Lunchbox

More like 'Unhanded!' 

My hand getting stuck in a garbage disposal. I've had this fear for ages and then that one movie came out where it happened to the kid and I just freaked out.

The movie was "Unfriended" but thank you to everyone who is commenting different movies so I know which ones to avoid. creepyflyer

If it makes you feel any better, you'd literally have to put your weight into your hand and keep it there to actually seriously injure yourself with a garbage disposal. Most likely, you would get hit by the (dull) blades a few times and just yank your hand back before you got hurt. Fireal2

So drinks later?

Getting into a car accident with someone who is driving with me for the first time. I would look and feel like such a fool. Especially if it was someone I was trying to take on a date. joshuapeejgon

This happened to a guy I was dating. We had just started dating very recently and decided to get some food late at night, so he was driving me for the first time, and like 3 minutes into the trip he got in his first accident :') No notable damage to the other dude's car but his got banged up, along with his self-esteem feeblegut

Who is NOT afraid of that?!! 

Walking barefoot onto a used syringe needle. Recurring dream for some reason. Agermeister

I think that's pretty understandable. to_the_tenth_power

Now that is specific! 

I go running regularly. I hate running next to chain link fences, specifically because I am convinced that I am going to trip, then fall in specific way so that my front teeth manage to get caught on the fence and be ripped out. I also hate the lower ones since part of my brain is convinced that one will not be bent right, I will run next to it and the wire will hook into my arm. scarletnightingale

I love escalators! 


I hate walking up staircases where the back/space between the stairs is open. It feels like I'm going to slip through. (Not a huge fan of stairs in general, TBH) MyKidCanSeeThis

Those were the stairs to our basement when I was a kid. Had to face that every day since all my toys and the TV with cable was down there. Also...the cave crickets. djseafood


Middle Earth.... 


Walking on man hole covers or grates. In my mind, I will step on them, they will give way, and I will fall into the middle of the earth. I step over or around them every time.

My husband thinks it's funny to step directly on them and pretend to fall. es100120

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Here are a some people admitting strong opinions they no longer have, and what it took to change those views. Redditor u/segafarm asks:

What is the strongest opinion you once held but no longer hold, and what make you change your mind?

Jade-Colored Glasses

I used to think that being cynical/negative was realistic and somehow smarter than being positive. I've since realized that a "be prepared for the worst but expect the best" is far better. We can't control the outcome of anything in life. Being negative makes you miserable rather than protected from bad things happening.


Cant' Have A Conversation With A Parrot

I used to be a conspiracy theorist. Believed that 9/11 was committed by the US government and that we never landed on the moon.

Once I started looking outside of the echo chamber I was in and started looking at alternate explanations, theories and listening to different viewpoints I soon realized how ridiculous those notions were.


A Big, Mysterious Universe

I used to be a strict, hardline atheist. I was the kind of bastard that would bring the subject up for no reason, just to argue. I don't know what the hell my problem was. Now I feel like, the universe is big, I don't know what all might be out there, I don't really care. I live as if there is no afterlife, because that makes sense to me. But if you don't, and you believe in one, that's perfectly fine, and maybe you're right. Who knows?


Portrait Of An Artist As A Young Man

I used to believe anyone can be a successful artist if they just put the time and effort into it. There is no such thing as talent, only hard work.

What changed my mind: Art school. There were quite a few people that tried hard, but just weren't able to achieve professional level art.


You're Not Your Emotions

For the longest time, I thought my emotions were in a sense the most "real" part of me. I was always a very emotional person and I didn't make a real effort to control it as I thought it was a good thing, that I was just being honest with myself. Over time though, I started to become very depressed and the negative emotions just keep adding on and on. I thought "this is just how I am I guess". Unfortunately it started hurting other relationships I had, and everything changed when my girlfriend broke up with me. After a lot of reading I found that emotions are not who we are at all. They're just reactions and there's nothing that requires us to act on them or feed them. I'm learning to let it go through me instead of hanging on like I used to.


Don't Forget Big Willie Style

I used to think that hip hop was bland, repetitive, and all about clubbing and sh*t. Then one of my friends pointed me towards people like Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, Nas and Run The Jewels, who all have great songs and clever lyrics, and I realized that Hip Hop is pretty great.


The A**holes Will Always Find A Way

I used to think that the catholic church was responsible for all of the hateful people in it. I gave people the chance to challenge my opinion and someone explained it very nicely to me. Basically, the hateful people use the church as an excuse, if you remove the church they will gladly find another excuse.


High Times


I used to tell myself that I would never stop smoking weed, and that I'd be happy if my kids grew up to be pot smokers... Now I have a kid, don't smoke, and realize what an idiot I was when all I did was smoke all day. I could probably be in a much better position if I hadn't smoked all through college.

But I mean, I still think pot's okay... Just in moderation.


The Road Less Traveled

"All taxation is theft, man! I made my money without any help from public institutions or the infrastructure they support, I should be able to keep every last dime of it!"

Naturally that was when I was 18, living at home rent free, and working at Pizza Hut as a delivery driver who relied upon public roads for pretty much every cent I made.


All Those PSA's Didn't Do Much

The whole D.A.R.E anti-drugs. Yes crack and heroin is bad, but they over dramatized what happens when you do smaller drugs. Weed isn't even a gateway drug, alcohol is more of a gateway drug. When I saw weed for the first time I thought it was tobacco (This was after all the D.A.R.E training too). Letting the government teach you your morales and philosophy is a thing that sheep do. Don't be a sheep.


Where Would We Be Without The Kindness Of Strangers

I used to think people on welfare and state assistance just weren't trying hard enough. I grew up spoiled and entitled and it seemed like any kind of charity was a stigma.

Then, my husband became chronically ill, and the economy took a shit. My family has been close to homelessness more than once, and have relied on state insurance and assistance off and on throughout the past few years. There are definitely people out there who abuse the system, but some just get stuck in a horrible cycle of poverty.

I also work in a school that has a high number low income and refugee families. It has really opened my eyes to the struggles that some people face.


He's Still There For You, The Best He Can Be

I could go through life and could seek meaningful advice from my Dad who has always been there for me.

Now he has been reduced to a feeble condition, I am starting to understand I'm out there on my own, and even what he's sure of is suspect given his mental and physical facilities have been rapidly deteriorating in his late seventies. I feel horrible that I have noticed this long before he did - or at least admitted as much.


Clear Your Mind

This was before I received an ADHD diagnosis. When my doctor referred me to an ADHD specialist, first of all I refused to believe him and was kind of slighted that he even suggested that I could possibly have ADHD.

I had a very strong opinion that if I get a diagnosis that I would refuse to take prescribed amphetamines because they are "bad" and "addictive" and that they would ruin my life.

Then I actually tried the prescription and it was like magic.


Going Through The Whole Spectrum

Used to be fairly open with my views on immigration policy. Then I worked for a while down near Corpus Christie doing immigration work. I'd say one out if every hundred people that came through our office was going to somebody who actually wanted to work and try to make a living here. So many people simply wanted to exist enough to get welfare. Many were young men who we would later defend against exportation as a result of their criminal activity. I began to despise the work of defending these men and wished they would be deported.

Now, I'm dating a foreign girl and we are in the legal immigration process. She has advanced degrees and skills, so that makes things a little easier. But it does make me resent people who just bypass the system. We can't bypass the system because I imagine my participation in immigration fraud could get me disbarred.


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