Silly irrational fears, mmmkay?

[Shiny]

Top hats scare me and I have no idea why.

[Yamaneko]

I'm afraid of goat farmers.

[Laddy]

I fear the guy at my local Hot Topic, oh, his pants, I have nightmares of the pain...

[Chemical]

I'm afraid of Bleys reproducing.

You mean you don't like my army of midget clones?

Midgets would be my second irrational fear.

[Madame Adequate]

Now that I no longer irrationally fear zombies, there's not actually much left.

The collapse of civilization, specifically the reduction in the prevalance and usability of modern technology?

[Dr. Acula]

I'm scared of telephones.
And garden gnomes.
And I always have a feeling someone is watching me, which is creepy.

[Peegee]

I'm wary / scared of heights and the idea / concept of me falling.

Even the most simple of drops (20 foot drop into the lake) requires some prepping before I can do it.

Don't even get me started with bungee jumping and/or sky diving /faint

[Chloe.]

I'm scared of the dentist.

[Owen Macwere]

I fear small balls, silly, but I do hate them and they scare me!.

[LunaNaelyan]

For some unknown reason, I've always had this ridiculous fear of forks and tablespoons. Seriously! So I use a teaspoon, or better yet, a coffee spoon, for everything. It makes eating out that much more difficult and embarrassing.

[DM_Melkhar]

I fear small balls, silly, but I do hate them and they scare me!.

You've just reminded me of one!

Back at school, the following occurred:
* A tennis ball was deliberately thrown into the air and served at the back of my head. The bastard hit me in the back of the skull and almost knocked me out.

* When basketballs were thrown at me in PE, twice one it the same finger directly on top....HARD. Middle left finger actually. I couldn't participate in the basketball lesson for a couple of weeks. My finger was black and blue with bruising and wrapped in a bandage. Though while I sat out the next lesson, someone threw one at me for fun and in trying to defend myself (so it didn't hit me in the face I brought my hands up and...there you go again.

* Boys playing football. Where I used to hang out at lunchtimes, there was usually a group there. They had a habit of kicking the ball in our direction. I often got hit in the back or arms. One day one guy said "I'm not aiming at you", and then kicked it directly at me! I must have fast reflexes because I brought my hands up palms facing forward and held together so fast that the ball hit them instead of my face.

For some reason footballs always tend to head in my direction anyway. Whenever balls are kicked or thrown, I try to keep my distance. However, that's not really irrational is it? Hmm....the spider web one probably is a strange one though...