#Tuesday Truthday: We Reveal Our Deepest Darkest Fears

By
Siti Hawa
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We all agree that the Internet is filled with nothing but truthfulness: that influencer whom you’ve been stalking definitely looks like a diva 24 hours a day, and travel 365 days a year.

Your friend is in a great relationship because he’s been posting lovey-dovey images on Instagram, despite the fact that you saw him on Tinder this morning.

With so many people having such a perfect image online, we thought of having a weekly section called #TuesdayTruthday, whereby we Goody Feed, the imperfect human beings on the Internet, reveal some of our stories to show you the truth online.

And for this Tuesday, we’re going to reveal our deepest darkest fears.

Now I’m sure every single one of us (yes even the most Macho of Macho men) has something that we’re afraid of, and I may or may not be talking about ghosts.

Looks like you’re gonna have to stick around to find out what it is:

I’m Scared Of It – Writer 24

Yes, I’m scared of It. Oh come on, don’t you get what I’m referring to? It. That big scary af clown. P.S. Can it please stop calling me Georgie?

In all seriousness, clowns scare the living crap out of me and I find it hilarious that they were created to entertain kids. There was once, Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Singapore had some sort of clown-themed haunted house complete with psychedelic lighting and larger than life clowns.

Not gonna lie, I almost shit my pants. I’ve had this fear of clowns ever since I was little. I went to a friend’s birthday party once and they had hired a clown. I started screaming and crying and my parents sent me home. That friend never invited me to her birthday party again. *shrugs*

I’m Scared of Chickens – Writer, 22

Ok, hear me out. I know you’ve probably never heard of anyone who has a fear of chickens, but trust me, it begins with an origin story darker than Bruce Wayne’s.

I’d first like to clarify that I’m afraid of live chickens, of course. I don’t start sweating profusely when I’m served a plate of chicken rice. Alive chickens? Scary. Dead chickens? Tasty.

Anyway, it all started when I was 6. My family and I went to this farm in Malaysia where they had all sorts of animals roaming about. Now, I was an incredibly curious kid, and had never seen a chicken before.

So, I went up to it and tried to pet its head, but that was a move I’d regret for the rest of my life.

It pecked my finger in anger, and it hurt like hell. Panicked, I started running away from it in search of my parents, but the damn thing started to CHASE ME.

Yes I know, a six-year-old kid getting chased by an angry chicken shouting BOK BOK BOK is objectively amusing.

But six-year-old me didn’t know that chickens couldn’t do much damage to humans. So as far as I was concerned, I was running for my life.

Thankfully, when I found my parents, my mum managed to shoo the little beast away. But what really annoyed me is that they couldn’t stop laughing at me afterwards.

To this day, whenever they think of their youngest (and favourite) son getting chased by an angry chicken, they still laugh their heads off.

Fortunately, you don’t see many live chickens in Singapore, but if I do, you better believe I’d run away as fast as I can.

I’m Scared Of.. Marketing – Writer, 24

This is going to sound weird, but marketing.

Yeah, a big grown ass man (or woman, you can’t ever know huh? We’re anonymous in the #TT sacred space) is afraid of being marketed to.

There’s the obvious aspect of the sales people. These people approach you, looking like they are genuinely trying to start a conversation, but all they’re looking for is for you to sign a contract, buy something, or do just enough to not get fired.

You may say it’s a fear of social interaction, but its something bigger than that. I’m talking about all aspects of marketing. Walk into any mall and it’s a plaster of a gazillion brands all trying to get your attention. Throwing you discounts and promocodes just so you take just a little peek. Whatever festival music plays in the background to remind you that this is the perfect time to be spending your money right here in this place.

Open your phone and be prepared to be sold to. Watch a video and suddenly a random mobile game sponsor appears. Walk into any toilet and there are brand names obvious on every faucet and urinal.

The marketing monster is in every single god damn corner of my life. And I hate it. I feel trapped in a world where every corner seems to value you only as a wallet to extract money from.

And that’s my fear: that I have no worth as a human but only as an economic statistic.

If you watch at least 10 minutes of brain rot content daily, you must know this:

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