TheWastelander said:
britchard said:
Why is it that even the most manly men are so scared of spiders? Maybe it's hard-wired.
I think it is, but part of being a man is overcoming irrational levels of fear about stuff.
When I was a kid I was afraid of roaches. Roaches are nasty. They spread disease and are fucking gross. I overcame that irrational fear by forcing myself to be around them and learning to channel that natural reaction into anger. I replaced the childish flight response with a fight response. This is gonna sound goofy as hell and kinda dark but I started pretending I was Saddam Hussein with a can of Raid.
This is actually exactly what I've done. I've always had serious roach-phobia, but have been fortunate enough to live in parts of the Northeast (relatively rural) where there simply didn't exist. This past summer I lived in NYC with my relatives. They've got a nice place but, it being NYC, roaches were a fact of life. They only appeared in the kitchen and only at night (almost never saw them anywhere else in the house at any other time), but they came in numbers when they did.
I made a habit of keeping a can of raid by the kitchen entrance and coming in later at night after the lights had been out for a while, just before bed time. I'd creep up to the door, grab the raid, flip on the light and go to town. Usually was able to catch about a dozen roaches at a time - after a while, they actually became less common when I came in I'd killed off so many. I even managed to kill a couple of them while they were mating.
Raid gives roaches a very painful death - once the spray hits them they pretty much go crazy, flipping about and flailing around wildly for a second or two before suddenly losing life. It is an immensely painful way to go, and I loved to watch it each and every time. I took immense pleasure in building up the roach body count every night.
I can't say that my fear of roaches is gone at all, but I took major steps this summer by taking the precise approach advocated here: morphing my fear into an anger, and using it to generate a more focused, organized response (essentially declaring war on the little bastards). Not only is this the more pragmatic approach, it is empowering - once you complete this process and undermine your fear of the things, you remove the control they have over you and also begin to realize how much control you have over them (they really can't hurt you, but you can send them all to miserable deaths). It feels good.
Still a long way to go, though. Those roaches in NYC were just little guys, of the tiny North American/European species' common to the region. A spider this size would give me serious issues, larger tropical cockroaches still bug me (especially when they fly around), and I still have a big problem with centipedes.
One fear at a time, I guess.