What are some wierd phobia you have that defy explanation?

What are some wierd phobia you have that defy explanation?

Milk. Or dairy that is not in it's intended form, such as melted ice cream (yuck yuck yuck!) Once the ice cream starts to melt I cannot eat it. I can't share any dairy either, except pizza. Ice cream, yogurt, smoothies, no way!

I am still afraid of chupacabras (SP?) in the porta poties in campgrounds. I don't even know what a chupacabra really IS but once when I went camping I was told they lived in the bottom of porta poties and would jump up and attack you when you sat down. In my head they kinda look like jackalopes with gnarly fangs! Of course porta poties in non camping situations are safe......

i have a fear of heights, but only if im on a man made object. I dont know if theres a propper name for that fear but being on tall buildings scares the crap out of me

I have a fear of getting into a car accident and then biting my tongue severing a piece of it so I periodically make sure my tongue is secured to the bottom of my mouth when I drive.

Circus clowns were a fear I had as a kid. I would kick them if they approached me. It became more just a loathing really. Was gonna meet up with that clown dude on this site, but he disappeared. The conspiracy is furthered. Clowns are a sneaky lot. :1orglaugh :thumb:

Jackie T

Dry cleaners, meat cleavers, singing in front of other people, and speaking a foreign language in front of English speakers.

Waterbugs... Calling people... Talking on the telephone... Small flaws in my appearance magnifying when I'm under any kind of social scrutiny...Getting beheaded in a car accident... Seeing anything gross while I'm eating... Cleaning Toilets... Touching floured bread-stuffs and emery boards...

i have a deapseated fear of people finding out my deepseated fear.

wait...
[Panic Mode: Engaged] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have a name-droppus-phobia... and ant phobia.... which is strang cause i remember eating them when i was little.....

i have an inexplicable phobia of french midgets in polarbear costumes selling frenchfries behind legalised brothels whilst jerking off hat-wearing ducks.

every day is a struggle.