>>82416015 (OP)
When I was a child, I was terrified of zombies. It didn't help growing up during the era when zombie media was everywhere. Both the concept of turning into one and being chased by a horde scared me to my core, but one of the deepe fears was the idea of being a survivor with nowhere to run or hide. That eventually your entire group would be picked off one by one and you would be next. That kind of fear manifested in other media, too. There was that Futurama movie Beasts with a Billion Backs where everyone slowly got tentacles in their necks and once they did they loved it and wanted others to join them. Told from the perspective of Leela, everyone (even two other people who had also escaped being "turned") fell victim.
I feel like that fear manifests itself in different ways in my everyday life. The concept of something like AIDS terrifies me, as it should everyone; forever stuck with an illness and the idea that someone could knowingly spread it to someone else. But so did the idea of getting COVID, not because I wanted to be sick but I didn't want to be someone who got it. I wanted to be "safe."
But it still manifests in weird ways. I see ugliness and corruption in people who get tattoos and smoking weed (this used to be a big one, seeing people smoke it out of a bong or a joint or even just talk about it made me physically uncomfortable). The tattoo one especially is something I've been obsessing over lately. I watch porn and I see a girl who spent years with a perfectly untouched body suddenly cover her arms, chest, legs, neck and hands in the ugliest, most gaudy looking tats imaginable and I think she's "fallen victim" to this mind virus and is now forever ruined. I think part of this fear ultimately lies in not wanting to be alone, and I think that when people don't think or act the way I do they're against me. It's me vs the world, and slowly I see more people go "against me."
