I also have an irrational fear of heights, or more specifically, edges and unsteady surfaces. Shaky 8 foot ladder? No way. Top of a 25 foot apple tree? Sure. Ridgeline of a 2 story house? Ok, but not near the edge. That freaky upper level of the Russian Art museum in Minneapolis with just waist high class keeping you from falling to the ground below? Sets my heart a-racin' for sure.
On a side note, I am absolutely loving this odd little random storyline. Why? Mostly because I have an evil bent to my mind and can imagine Arthur having waaaay too much fun at Phil's expense.
1) For fears/phobias, I would have to agree with MacGyver: "GAWD, I hate heights."
2) Poor Phil. Lord help him if he and Arthur are taking the elevator at The Peabody Hotel here in Memphis, TN, at the wrong time. Wow! Total ducky meltdown!
This arc is so good I just want to hug it!
(In a manly way, you all understand. *shrug* *grunt* *spit*)
The duck phobia reminded me of this Far Side strip, which remains a favourite.
I have the following fears:
2: Rivers (or really deep water..but mostly rivers)
3: Buzzing insects
4: Some birds but not all. I've been attacked by Crows and Starlings (no not at the same time) so I have a rational fear. Ducks tho are awesome...and taste nummy...
Some say phobias are a result of traumatic or fatal experiences in past lives....
Some say a lot of things.
I'm not too good about heights either. It seems to vary. I visited St. Paul's with school years ago and I don't recall anything but wanting to get down from the dome - and it couldn't be fast enough. And I do react badly to those scenes in films that are designed exactly to play on that fear.
Yet I have no trouble with flying nor going up ladders to fix stuff and the like.
My completely irrational fear is snails and slugs. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I still hate them.
Heights? No prob. Snakes? Lovely creatures. Public speaking? Sure; love it. Minneapolis Institute of Art? Can hardly walk in without having a panic attack.
"Minneapolis Institute of Art? Can hardly walk in without having a panic attack."
That's a totally rational fear. That's one of those 'keep you alive in a difficult situation' fears.
Well, now I know that I should never rely on Arthur to help me out in a stressful situation. What a dork. Although, this is why I keep a jar of orange sauce around in case I'm attacked by a flock of talking ducks.