Ask Lemmy

I dont want to hold babies. I have a fear that I will drop it and I am not sure what I would say to the parents. Im not sure what is going to happen when I have kids

Saws. The sound they're making shakes me to my core and having to help someone who almost amputated their finger enforced that fear further

I’ve tried to live a good life, and tried to be a good influence around me. My secret fear is suddenly dying in public, and farting like some corpses.

I want to be remembered as a good coworker or friend, etc., not as the guy who farted loudly after dying.

I have a fear of being wrongly accused/arrested for something horrific, like murder, and then when I'm taken in for questioning I do what you're supposed to and refuse to speak and ask for a layer, but that just makes everyone suspect me more and I end up in prison.

Not much at this point. After having open heart surgery and having my heart stop a couple of times, I'm not really scared of much.

Being helpless in a situation I had already thought about but never had the opportunity to prepare for.

My family finding out about my fictional crushes, showing that I've got a superbly weird taste in fictional men.

That I have pee pee dribbles on my pants, after walking out of a work or public restroom. It's not even that I'm afraid I actually have pee pee dribbles, but that when I washed my hands, water drops got on or around my crotchal region, and people will believe it's pee pee.

Whenever I have to go into the city (I live in a small town) I have to take a short ferry to get there. Whenever it lists like 4-6 degrees, it scares me so bad.

Fear of ending up in Guantanamo and getting tortured. (I'm American)

Being stuck in a traffic jam while driving. I have a 0% chance because I don't drive.

I can’t look at super close up pictures of insects, like where you can see all the little hairs and shit. Sends shivers down my spine. The worst part is I had to dissect a giant grasshopper in high school anatomy. God I still remember having to rip its mandibles out of its face. Gahh shiver. The cat was much more manageable later on in the year lol

Never being able to get out from my family's thumb. Dying misirable, bitter, and angry at the world because my whole life was squandered. Realizing my one chance to have avoided all this passed thirty years ago and even then it was at best a half-chance.

I'm afraid the world will end and I'll be a dick without my SSRIs or coffee

I fear that, one day, the wrong people are going to find out I cheated on my finals in order to graduate, which does have consequences.

The flesh eating disease. It's everywhere and you can get it from a minor cut.