I can’t recall if this thread has been done yet, hopefully not.
I’ll start.
I have an irrational fear of:
-Large insects. Namely spiders, cockroaches (the ones here in Texas are TERRIBLE!), wasps/yellowjackets, centipedes.
-Sharks. More specifically being in open water with a shark.
-Ghosts (thanks to what I was told growing up)
-Heights
I’ll try to think of more…the mind is a little blank right now.
Aliens (!)
Hairy spiders
raggedy anne.
I wish I was kidding.
Death.
Meaninglessness.
Adams apple’s
being nice and having my dick sucked…
-Imp
Because men have the uncanny ability to turn any emotion into anger, I have generally become quite fearless.
I am angry all the time. ALL the time.
I have a fear of getting peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth, so much that sometimes I won’t even enter a store that sells peanut butter.
Even though the odds are fantastic, it is still possible that someone might somehow force me to eat the peanut butter (maybe at gun point), so I don’t even go in.
Everyone’s reply here killed me - hilarious stuff, maan!
Snakes and heights, and that is all: other than those two things, I am fearless! 
My biggest fear is that I will always be busy with mundane activities.
I’m having difficulty telling what is serious and what isn’t. I’m gullible. 
I’m deadly serious. I have an inability to touch my own adam’s apple. Things like chains, ties, even tight collars really really make me uneasy. Once I had a little patch of facial hair just on my adams apple because I couldn’t shave it.
=D>
You look like one of those superior cats who has a reason to be angry. Just dont take it out on me, or I’ll have counter, quick like. 
But seriously, dont pop that vein in your forehead, take it easy, mang.
Ants.
They’re tiny communists.
Haha it’s so true!
you’re a fag
crocodiles( from that horror movie), and a fear like disgust for insects
My only fear at the moment is that I will grow so old, someone will have to wipe my ass for me. Granted I want live a long time, but I saw my grandmother’s immobility and I just think it would be so embrassing to spread 'em like she had to. I would probably think of silly shit just to get through it. LIke that commerical for a lollipop, how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center. I would think how many wipes does it take . . .
Haha, all hilarious!
Deep down, we’re wooses about one thing or another. 