Thunder storms. I don't know why. My Mom says I used to crawl into a ball under the covers in my bed and shiver and sweat. I am better now; but I still don't like them.
Heights, kind of. I'm not afraid of the heights themselves, or even of falling. Nope. I'm afraid that I will jump and try to fly. Rationally, I know I can't fly; but there is this little urge to try it anyway.
Embarrassment. I want to always appear competent and composed. I do not want to stand out for ridicule. Maybe it stems from being picked on in school. I don't really want to be noticed....and yet I really want to be noticed for being the best at something important. Strange contradictions. Who understands these things?