Let us think for a moment on irrational fears. Not paranoia, there is a site for paranoia, and i know those nuts, i am discussing irrational fears.
i have a bizarre and unfounded fear that terrorists will invade my home, work, line in the grocery store. Or town. Or even just one insane freak. How often does this happen? Not very. But am i prepared? Well, i could say i am but i still don't know how i'd really react in the situation . . .
i have a fear of choking or suffocating. i can't stand anyone touching my neck and throat. i won't wear turtlenecks or scarves. i can't be in a small INCLOSED space or area. i have to be able to see 'out'. There has to be fresh air. i can't sleep facing someone's face as i think i'll die for lack of oxygen since they are sucking it all out of the air.
i hate loud crowded areas for the same reason ~ all those people, sucking up the oxygen and crowding close together making the air warm and moist . . . stale and thin . . . and the terrorists take over the IHOP and it's all over. The standoff takes too long, some of us are shot, others panic and pass out, the big guy in the corner goes into sugar shock since his insulin is in the car (they were only there for dinner . . . famous last words!) and the rest of us suffocate and sweat to death in fear.
Yeah, i know, i have a vivid imagination. and i am a freak. blah, blah, blah, i have heard it all before.
" Every time i close the door on reality it comes in through the windows."
~ Jennifer Unlimited
confessed on 2001-06-11