I think I have an unnatural fear of doors, or at the very least the idea that whilst reaching for a door handle, someone will swing the door open in my direction, snapping my wrist

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Sometimes I'll be reaching for a door to, say, go out for lunch on my break, and I imagine a large ruffian on the other side of the door returning from his or her break, who is trying to open the door at the same time. I imagine the door being pushed open into my defenseless hand, either jamming my fingers or breaking my hand entirely. After the inevitably successful endeavor of door-opening, I find myself breathing a little easier, able to swallow once again, the sweat that had been glistening on my forehead only moments before quickly evaporating. But wait....yet another door. Oh will this never end? Why must I be plagued by this anguish? I curse thee, God!

― Gear! (Gear!), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:44 (twenty-two years ago)

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― deanomgwtf!!!p%3Fmsgid%3D4581997 (deangulberry), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:47 (twenty-two years ago)

"ruffian"

fantastic!

― don (don), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:47 (twenty-two years ago)

OMG I HAVE THAT SAME FEAR! But i kind of like it because it prevents me from episodes of being crushed

― ken c (ken c), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:48 (twenty-two years ago)

I sometimes worry that I might get trapped in a doorway by revolving doors breaking down.

― C J (C J), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:50 (twenty-two years ago)

this is especially bad when entering pub or restaurant toilets. as a result i approach with my palm facing the handle and graps it that way in order to minimise damage in the event of someone approaching the other way. Alternatively I suggest using an enormous magnet attached to the top of your hand.

― stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:50 (twenty-two years ago)

restrooms are the worst, because there's a lot of traffic coming in and out, so the chances of injury are greatly increased.

― Gear! (Gear!), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 15:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Alternatively I suggest using an enormous magnet attached to the top of your hand.

Then you can move on to the more rational fear of having model airplanes fly at your head. Soon you will be a loping, hunched over freak who swats obsessively at his own head and twitches and whines at the sight of door handles. On the upside, the ruffians may think your so nuts that they'll avoid you. Best of luck.

― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 16:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I have a fear of running along the street and my foot going down an open drain (one of those little square ones) and being snapped off or my leg snapped in two

― Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 25 May 2004 16:04 (twenty-two years ago)

one year passes...

I have a fear of doors too, im afraid of them being open and someone is there just staring at me. I hate looking through an open door, it terrifies me.

― Bobi, Saturday, 29 April 2006 02:17 (twenty years ago)

Boo.

http://www.supakoo.com/dan/pics/mackinac/doorway.jpg

― Pleasant Plains /// (Pleasant Plains ///), Saturday, 29 April 2006 03:35 (twenty years ago)

I imagine the door being pushed open into my defenseless hand, either jamming my fingers or breaking my hand entirely.

Substitute the inconsiderate ruffian in Gear's story for an inconsiderate actual DOOR (which had the audacity to be locked when I was trying to get through it) and you have the tale of how I broke my arm. He has every right to be scared.

Tell me about your broken arm.

― ailsa (ailsa), Saturday, 29 April 2006 05:03 (twenty years ago)

gear, your fear it is totally *NORMAL* and *EXPLAINABLE*. you will be blessed with the attention of a *BEAUTIFUL GIRL* because u deserve such. u are not an *LA HIPSTER BAITER* and do not deserve to die a *HORRIBLE* death

― omg, Saturday, 29 April 2006 05:44 (twenty years ago)

The wind was driving in my face
The smell of prickly pear
[My rival - show me my rival]
The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhere
I struck a match against the door
Of Anthony's Bar and Grill
I was the whining stranger
A fool in love
With time to kill
I've got detectives on his case
They filmed the whole charade
[My rival - show me my rival]
He's got a scar across his face
He wears a hearing aid
Sure he's a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes I'll match him whim for whim now
I still recall when I first held
Your tiny hand in mine
[My rival - show me my rival]
I loved you more than I can tell
But now it's stomping time

Sure he's a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes I'll match him whim for whim now...

― gear (gear), Saturday, 29 April 2006 06:24 (twenty years ago)

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