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    I work at a used dvd/cd/game store, where customers come in and sell us their old stuff and we recase/clean/resurface and resell it.

    Well, the other day someone came in with some dvds. I checked a few, and was noticing some pretty gross looking insect shedding or something. Then I found a live roach. I closed the case really fast so it didn't get out, threw in in the customer's box and got him to come up to the register. I stuttered(!) that we couldn't take his stuff because of the condition and left it at that. I was shaking, and was hard of breath, and had to wash my hands like ten times.

    I never knew I had any kind of phobia. I can handle spiders no problem. Trash has maggots? Ok, cool. But that roach effed me up.

    It got me thinking... why should I react like this? I suppose there could be an evolutionary reason for it, keeping me away from disease I suppose, but really Grok would have eaten insects all the time... so I don't know.

    Anyway, don't really have a question, but it seemed like an interesting topic.

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    The things people typically have phobias of, it is evolutionary. Heights, spiders, snakes... things that were a danger to us (and still can be.)

    Interesting thing about blood. I know a few people who have blood phobias. Some aren't phobic of other people's blood, but will pass out seeing their own. But an interesting thing about blood, the color red makes us alert. That's why it's used as a "warning" color. I learned about this when I was road tripping a lot and needed to find tricks to stay awake. When you're drowsy or not feeling attentive, the color red can make you more alert because it triggers that part of your brain that says "DANGER."

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    • #3
      A complete grok fail. You should have eaten it. Law #1
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      • #4
        Could part of it have been how totally random it was to see it in a dvd case?

        I used to catch lizards as a girl growing up in So Cal. My cousins (older boys) would shove snakes in my face and I learned that if I cooed and asked to pet it, that they'd leave me alone ... I also got over my fear of snakes.

        However ... if I were to find an uninvited snake in my home (even a little, harmless garter), I would FREAK!

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        • #5
          Originally posted by peril View Post
          A complete grok fail. You should have eaten it. Law #1
          funny.

          it makes sense that our brains are wired to be hyperalert to things that could endanger us

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          • #6
            Was that your first encounter with a live roach?
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            • #7
              I'd seen those huge roaches at the zoo, but yeah, in terms of gross, infesting-kind of roaches I think so.

              When I was very young my family was in a lower income bracket, and we moved around a lot... there could be some kind of repressed roach encounter...

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              • #8
                i despise them too. I sprained my ankle viciously running away from a giant one. well it was at least the size of a big mac... ok maybe not quite that big, but it was massive compared to the little ones I see around from time to time. I think it came in from the garden. scared the bejesus out of me.

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                • #9
                  Back in the day I had an extreme case of anti-acrophobia. I am over it now, thank goodness. What brought that up? Fear of roaches. Acrophobia is the fear of being high, so anti-acrophobia would be the fear of not being high. Roaches weren't that scary.

                  American roaches are nothing compared to those in the Caribbean. They are buzz bombers that come at you instead of run away. A small one is as big as my thumb and I am not exactly a small man.
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                  • #10
                    It doesn't help that it suddenly surprised you, either. I have no problem with spiders and bees and such -- I think they're beautiful and fun to hold actually -- but if they randomly appear inside my personal space when I'm not expecting them, I definitely jump.
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                    • #11
                      Bugs usually don't bother me (although roaches die if I see them), but heights that move freak the hell out of me. I don't mind standing on a cliff, I don't mind riding in an airplane, but standin the St. Louis Arch and on top of a phone pole (Ropes course) had me wigging.
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                      • #12
                        I have a terrible phobia of snakes. I can't look at one on the TV or in a magazine without feeling faint and panicky. I've been plagued with nightmares about them since I was a small child. I have no idea why. I'm from Ireland and we don't have snakes here.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by StoneAgeQueen View Post
                          I'm from Ireland and we don't have snakes here.
                          *insert St. Patrick joke here*
                          No seriously, perhaps the lack of snakes is a contributing factor. They've never felt like a normal part of your native ecosystem to you, which makes them extra alien to you... who knows?
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                          • #14
                            Come to think of it, I've had a phobia of hypodermic needles since I was tiny. I've gotten better about it at the Doc's office (I can get stuck and not freak out too badly because of some relaxation techniques I accidentally learned) but I still can't watch them used on TV.
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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                              Come to think of it, I've had a phobia of hypodermic needles since I was tiny. I've gotten better about it at the Doc's office (I can get stuck and not freak out too badly because of some relaxation techniques I accidentally learned) but I still can't watch them used on TV.
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