I used to have a fear, like some of the people here, of what was underneath me in the vast ocean. However, a couple of years ago, I went to a lake in upstate NY and swam out as far as I could have. I stayed out there for fifteen minutes, as hard as it was. Doing that prepared me for doing that in the ocean. This past summer, I went to Florida, and took a swim in the Atlantic. It wasn't a great day, nor was it a busy beach. So, I once again swam out as far as I could. I was very scared, but I stayed out there. And, after that, I conquered the fear.
I also fear jellyfish. I was free-diving the same Summer as before, and I saw this massive jellyfish near me. I'm bad at measurements, but this thing had to be 2-feet+ in diameter. In the blink of an eye, I flipped myself over and swam furiously back to the boat. That's about all of my ocean related phobias(Or, in the former case, ex-phobias). I know I'm not scared of fish, because when I was free-diving, the Captain of the ship was feeding the school of fish, and he purposefully threw some of the feed on my back. In half-a-second, the whole school was on my back, nibbling away for the feed. When I got back to the boat, I found that my back was bleeding in different spots. I thanked God that a shark had not showed up.
I also have a fear of the knee bending backwards. I cannot stand thinking about it, since my knees are a very important part of who I am(Track and Field). I cannot touch cotton-balls or the cotton on a Q-Tip without first preparing myself for it. If I do, all of muscles contract and tense up. Shivers go down my back. Sometimes I even fall and go into the fetal position. When I recieve massages from whichever member of my family, and they get to my hands and feet, I forbid them to touch the third-knuckle on toes and fingers. In my mind, it's the most fragile of knuckles, and I can't bear the thought of them cracking or twisting. Also, around attractive women, I tend to become shy, so I guess you could say that I have venusphobia.
I'll probably edit this when I think of more dislikes and phobias.
EDIT: I'm very protective of my eyes and ears. I remember one time in Middle School when my class got carried away with poking aluminum foil in other people's ears. I laughed the first few times it happened to me, because they weren't going terribly deep. Then some ****** went to far. I threw my right arm, knocking his hand down. I came around with a left hook and took him to the ground. I remember hopping on top of him and strangling him. The adrenaline and excitement caused me to phase out a bit, but I regained my senses before I hurt, or worse, killed, the kid.
And, this past Summer(Wow, a lot happened this past Summer) I was at Six Flags in NJ. I had a fun day, but that night I had trouble closing my eye. The next night, it got worse. By the third night, I could not close my eye for more than 1 or 2 seconds at a time. I tried to overcome it for hours, but it didn't work. So I slept in the bathroom. For some reason, ever since I was a kid, whenever I couldn't sleep or was fearing something, the bathroom floor or hallway floor made me feel so secure. So I stayed in the bathroom that night. I guess my body was too fatigued, so it blocked out the pain. I slept for less than 15 minutes that night. The pain was unbearable, but I didn't want to inconvience my parents, so I let them sleep. What a stupid ****ing decision. I could have lost my eyesight. That following morning, I made my parents aware that I could not close my eye with it burning. My father(A paramedic and a firefighter) took me to the great, great hospital of LICH, in Park Slope. The nurses and doctors were excellent. Anyway, the nurse paralyzed my eye, which turned it a cool flurescent-green. I have pictures of it with flash, and the flash going against my flurescent eye makes for some cool pictures. Anyway, my eye was paralyzed and they looked at it. And guess what...
I had tens of metal fragments in my eye, mostly right outside the colored part of the eye(Iris). Now, remember, I am very protective of my eyes. I didn't freak out, but I weighed what might happen in my head. Anyway, they called a great opthomologist(She was in residency, but I trusted her). And you would not believe what they did to get the metal out. She bent a 10(?) gauge needle and scraped out most of the fragments. I had to be perfectly still, lest I move my eye it would be punctured and I'd be permanantly blind. She did a great job, but she sent me to her teacher to get out the more troublesome fragments. That was a scary time in my life.