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aeroplane travel still feels like it shouldn't be happening when i see a jet in the sky, crazy load of steel racing thousands of feet overhead or right over the house, suspended in the air by thrust.
the amount of time i spend on tgr doing nothing scares me.:fm:
bf
Helicopters hovering above me while I am in the water.
And
Anything bad happening to my kids and wife.
Injury or illness to a loved one.
Paralysis for me.
Someone sexually assaulting my girlfriend again.... (or wife, sister, mom) When it happened, we were both 15. If it happened today I'd call my brother in the rangers and go off him ourselves.
goons, the yakuza, the GOP, those give'r hicks, and abduction by alienz.
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Fucking heights.
Going on the chairlifts tomorrow. Besides eating a fat gummy, any tips and tricks to make the ride up a bit less uncomfortable?
Bar down and focus on your hands.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buzzworthy
Don’t eat the gummy
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Dunfree
Surprise insect infestations. I dont particularly like insects, but one or two dont really bother me and ill just kill them no problem. But large amounts of insects in a small place freak me out.
When i was living in my condo i noticed ants coming out of a light fixture in the ceiling so i hopped up on a stool and unscrewed the fixture so i could spray some poison up there. As soon as i pulled the fixture off an ant nest fell down on my face. Apparently some ants are attracted to electrical current so its not and uncommon place for nests. Well at first i though it was just a shitton of sawdust from termites eating wood or something, but then all the sawdust started moving on me... and i freaked the fuck out.
Next story is i hadnt walked outside onto my back porch in a couple days, but slid open the door to fire up the grill and walked right into a spiderweb strung at face height accross the doorframe. Shitty, but not the end of the world right? Wrong. It wasnt a spider web, it was a spider web with a nest and that nest exploded onto my face and chest with a million teeny tiny spiders. I freaked out again and stripped down to my undies, ran over to the hose and sprayed myself down while my wife turned the doorframe area and my clothes pile into a hazmat superfund site with poison spray.
Did you get off on it? Bad pun, sorry, had to.Quote:
Originally Posted by californiagrown
This is a decent necrobump. Solid work, Buzz.
There's truth to the "don't look down" thing. I have a fear of heights...I get very uncomfortable near the edge of buildings, etc. That said, I also used to rock climb and even did multi pitch routes, hundreds of feet off the ground. I was fine as long as I didn't look down until I was repelling, which didn't bother me for some reason. But if I stopped and really stared below, it wasn't good.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buzzworthy
Maybe just keep your eyes two lift towers ahead at all times?
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Sit tall in the saddle, hold your head up high, keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky, and live your life like you ain’t afraid to die and don’t be scared, just enjoy your ride
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Mostly recent because I used to never think about it but.
Being lower on the food chain than the very tip top, especially when swimming in the ocean.
Getting eaten by a shark.
Illinois Nazis.
Snakes. Snakes scare the fuck out of me. I’ve tried to be reasonable about the fuckers but I can’t. Near-panic mode cuts in.
Living too long scares me.
Same.Quote:
Originally Posted by old goat
Closing eyes before tower one and opening last tower with good conversation is the ticket.
I opened up once and got that quesy feeling. Didn’t do that again. What a phucking phantastic day up at Powder Mountain. I forgot how special that terrain is.
Thank you good people. Y’all rock.
My wife and I went to a restaurant, she got chowder. They gave her a bag of oyster crackers, she dumped them on the chowder, ground some pepper on it, and started eating. I'm sitting across from her, we're talking, and I blurt out, "Your pepper is moving." I had seriously considered that I might be having a flashback or breakdown of some sort, but no, the pepper was moving, so I blurted it out.Quote:
Originally Posted by californiagrown
Turns out the crackers were absolutely infested with ants. And she had eaten a bunch of them, They were living in their little cracker dreamworld and all off a sudden their cracker houses were cracker boats on a boiling hot sea so they had climbed up on top of their crackers and they were madly waving for help.
It didn't turn out well for them. And my wife has never eaten another oyster cracker. But that's fine, more for me. I mean, what are the odds it'll happen again?
DAMMITQuote:
Originally Posted by old goat
I'm not sleeping tonight.
Thanks.
Follow up: having the conversation with my wife regarding not wanting to linger scares the shit out of me. I've been avoiding it for many years. She's of the opinion that heroic measures are warranted, although to be fair, as she's aged, she's softening on that stance.
Big predators. My instinct kicks in and I hate that feeling.
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OMG. Not sure whether to laugh or barf. Or both.Quote:
Originally Posted by ötzi
Confined spaces. Somehow in my 30s I became claustrophobic. Everyday stuff like elevators are fine, but one time I was in a middle seat in economy on a plane that was stuck on the tarmac with no cooling for 30 minutes or so and that was really no bueno. Lots of deep breathing and telling myself that everything was okay to avert a panic attack
I used to get that bad especially on small planes but really any plane where I couldn't sit on the aisle wasn't good. Freaked the fuck out on a plane from Denver to Aspen and tried to get off before they closed the door but didn't make it in time.
Fortunately a guy on the aisle gave me his seat and I pulled it together. I never had that until sometime when I was in my 30s, and now it's gone away again. Wish I could tell you how I conquered it but I don't know.
Nice to know that developing claustrophobia in mid life is not totally unheard of. Fingers crossed it spontaneously goes away just like it cameQuote:
Originally Posted by ötzi
death
don't ever want to get that talk again in a doctors office
but it'll happen again
Severe nerve pain
You and me both! they scare the fuck out of me, gives me nightmares just talking about them.Quote:
Originally Posted by Meadow Skipper
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I was 30 when I narrowly avoided a panic attack on some 12 seat commuter plane sitting on the tarmac in Boston for a flight to Burlington. Buried my face in a magazine as a distraction, which worked. Distraction is key. I'm not aware of having claustrophobia. But I don't like small airplanes.
I was a road warrior for the better part of the 90's, traveling for work and on planes a few days most weeks. Domestic/international flights, I got used to turbulence and it rarely bothered me, but once after visiting a customer site in the middle of winter deep into Bumfuck New England somewhere I had a 12 seat puddle jumper on a flight back into civilization, during a bad, bad storm! That was the worst, white-knuckle, sustained banging around with horrifying unexpected drops that I ever went through. There was nothing to do but buckle up tight and hang on. And pray. Yes, 'tis true. No atheists at 40,000 feet. Or 10,000.
As frightening as that was what scares me more is the feeling we're being boiled alive here in the good, old USA, and that this time next year we may be living in a totally different reality, longing for the before times. Time to hang on and pray again, I guess.
And vote, of course.
I was on a little turbo prop from Denver to C Springs, flying through thunderheads with the sun breaking through between them and lots of turbulence. I couldn't figure out whether to be terrified or awed, so I did both.
The thought of being restrained in a space too small to move in terrifies me although I've never had it IRL. There's a reason that that was one of the favorite techniques they used at Abu Graib.
Talk to me about pushing through the fear of heights. Or maybe exposure as well. Gondolas aren’t too bad. Those new super high fast lifts. I gotta work through those.
Any tips y’all got? What do you do with irrational fear?
I always put the bar down, that alleviates a lot of my fear. Always sling an around the back of the chair if there's no bar.
I’m definitely a bar fan. I guess I’m more looking for mental gymnastics advice of the sort as this community certainly deals with the risk management while climbing or skiing exposure.
What are the coping mechanisms you use to focus on the objective over the risk your mind is presenting you?
Evolution is a relentless process, yet despite tens of thousands of years it seems humans' propensity for extreme cruelty has not abatted in the least. Apprently all, or at least a very high percentage of us possess a dark side which is not getting better. Many things will change in the future but the prevalance of evil assholes is not one of them.
Before my heart surgery I was really afraid of waking up without a brain. The thought of being in a shut in state where you can't move or communicate but are still awake is terrifying. Heart attacks don't scare me, strokes do.
The thought of having to have hemorrhoids treated scares the shit out of me, because I know every Kaiser surgeon in the Sacramento area, half of them were residents of mine that would just love to stick a scope up my ass. So I make sure and get my roughage.
You should probably not watch this film https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Got_His_Gun_(film)
fkn pussyQuote:
Originally Posted by Danno
Dementia. That weights on my mind for sure.
Cool. Can we do seatbelts next?Quote:
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