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Vunic wrote: if this is happening to everyone or it's just for me?
Doesn't bother me.
Spiders do though. And "outside heights" (as in I'm fine inside a glass elevator, but have to hug the chimney every time I have to go up on the roof)
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OriginalGriff wrote: And "outside heights" (as in I'm fine inside a glass elevator, but have to hug the chimney every time I have to go up on the roof)
I'm kind of like that, I love being up high as long as the responsibility for staying up there isn't mine. On the edge of a cliff with a nice fence, no problem, couldn't go near one without. But that's not an irrational fear, that is a perfectly rational fear that I'm a bumbling incompetent idiot who will trip over his own feet and plummet to his death. So, not a phobia.
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Heights & closed environments do a bit for me. I think twice before getting into a narrow lift, that people casually walk into.
Starting to think people post kid pics in their profiles because that was the last time they were cute - Jeremy.
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I am claustrophobic, I get very anxious with heavily confined spaces and restriction, I don't even like wearing tight clothes like things with elasticated cuffs. I think I would seriously freak out if handcuffed or restrained by the police for example. Feeling a little anxious just thinking about it. I think it is to do with a time on the beach as a child, my dad had buried me in the sand, the tide came in and as it washed over me the sand began to suck and constrict around me, I couldn't free myself and my dad dragged me out. I believe, rightly or wrongly, that that is why I cannot abide physical restriction.
A mate of mine at uni had a serious phobia of sticky things. He traces it back to getting very sticky medicine spilt on him as a young child, so a time when he was already feeling unwell and unhappy. It was an incredible thing to see, someone once tried to put a charity sticker thing on him in a shopping mall and he nearly went for the bloke. His housemates once wrapped sticky tape around the door handle to his room, sticky side out, and he couldn't bring himself to touch the handle to get into the room.
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chriselst wrote: I think it is to do with a time on the beach as a child, my dad had buried me in the sand, the tide came in and as it washed over me the sand began to suck and constrict around me, I couldn't free myself and my dad dragged me out. I believe, rightly or wrongly, that that is why I cannot abide physical restriction.
That is like hell! I know.
I don't know if I had similar experience as a child but I often get nightmares like me getting into a 3 foot space capsule, completely metallic , completely locked. That feels so sick I just jump-wake from bed in few seconds and take a deep breath.
Starting to think people post kid pics in their profiles because that was the last time they were cute - Jeremy.
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This particular phobia has gained some prominence due to very dubious Facebook videos supposedly showing holes in the skin caused by shampoo - the photoshop is particularly dodgy as it's actually a flower head (a lotus pod if memory serves) superimposed into the subject.
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Yeah I picked it up from those corners. I still regret that very much.
Starting to think people post kid pics in their profiles because that was the last time they were cute - Jeremy.
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Pete O'Hanlon wrote: (a lotus pod if memory serves)
Yes, that is the thing often used as an example of what freaks people out.
I find the human pictures extremely unpleasant to look at, as I do with most gory sights. The lotus pod and other examples of close irregular holes do not bother me at all.
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A lot of the human ones you see are photoshopped to get just that reaction.
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yep, and for me that photo shopping works - not a fear reaction, but certainly a major 'yuck' one.
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Vunic wrote: Try googling
I Hate You!
Those pictures almost made me freak out loud. And I'm not squeamish.
Snakes, insects and spiders don't make me freak out, it's healthy to have respect for them but they don't make me freak out.
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Cheers!
Now the count is 2!
Starting to think people post kid pics in their profiles because that was the last time they were cute - Jeremy.
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Absolutely disgusting. Even though a lot of it is obviously fake, I can't shake the feeling. I just want to burn it all with fire.
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so no botflies for you then ?
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Damn damn damn! Just googled, that's the same damn thing. Yuk!!
Starting to think people post kid pics in their profiles because that was the last time they were cute - Jeremy.
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Funny enough, that's not bothering me.
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I'm not afraid of anything, not even this.
Mind you, I don't "like" the pictures (fake or not), but I have no feelings of disgust, fear or whatever.
Which makes me feel kind of cool actually, because I have literally no fear of anything at all. (yet)
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Being grossed out is not the same as being scared. And simple holes in a strawberry are hardly gross.
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This doesn't bother me, what does bother me are Mangoworms (youtube at your own risk) and that's more to do with the distress that's being caused to the (usually) dog.
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AAAAAAAAAAAHHH. Go. Away.
Not that I freak out, but that stuff gives me a bad feeling.
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I think you are hole-y off your rocker.
Marc
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And apparently so is this data
var _data = null; Just found this piece in some JavaScript.
I deleted the comment and the variable as it was unused
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Only unused JavaScript is good JavaScript
If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn't. — Lyall Watson
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Got in this morning, two support calls waiting.
1 - Something didn't work yesterday and we didn't get an email. Why not???!!!
A brief investigation, using tools that the person raising the call has, it didn't fail, of course it didn't, send them the evidence.
2 - Can you monitor the output of a system, we've been told something isn't working and we don't believe it.
Set up monitoring, watch what they do, it all works perfectly. Of course it did, because they didn't do the thing that they had been told wasn't working properly.
And now the bit about Wales.
A couple of weeks ago I was pissed off, couldn't be bothered coming and sitting in this madhouse doing nothing again (I'm two months into my three months notice as regular readers may recall), so when I got to work I just kept going, set my satnav for Wales (ignoring motorways) and followed it blindly for a couple of hours. Drove through some lovely scenery, got to the border, took a selfie with the Welcome to Powys sign, and started back towards work. Half way back got an email from my boss asking where I was, so that at least answered the question I had about would anyone even notice if I just didn't turn up.
Wish I'd kept going today too, maybe tried going for a look at Scotland, even more impressive scenery on the way there.
Tick follows tock follows tick follows tock... And not even a Guinness at the end of it.
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Well I hope you sent him a copy of the selfie!
I hope it had "Croeso i Bowys" on it as well...
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