Other Describe your own personal version of hell?

[Chimney Swift]

The absolute worst is the noises. Dear god, every time I hear an ambulance I faint. Very unbecoming for me XD

My worst is textures and smells, but the noise some lights and alarms make is enough to make me literally cry.

 

[That Lass Over There]

New personal hell:

Neon green polyester coffin that you can't escape from, and every time you move the fabric becomes coarser and more disordered.

 

[Vorkaysus]

I'm in it

 

[Yonsisac]

Well as far i see hell, not to sound terrible, but anything eye related from being force to stare at a bright light source for very long, to needles being pointed to your eye, or being drop in sand and getting tons in your eye but with hands tied up.

I just, no. Anything that is related to messing with eyes is my type of hell, i just cant bare anything that has to do with eyes...

 

[Napoleone the Kiwi]

To quote myself from another site,

Punishment for mortal sins will be a never ending pile of paper work that you are compelled to work on till 8:55pm before going to a Hell Provided Dwelling and forced to watch your most loved form of entertainment with a demon acting as a spouse you would hate most doig everything you hate while you try to watch your show that also has the worst video quality, cutting out just as major events occur and start again until you hate the show. At 1am you go to sleep on a bed of your worst preference and further nagged by demonic spouse till you wake uncomfortable at 6:30am for another disatisfying day in Hell. There are weekends as well and holiday lottery systems that give some sense of escape, but they always go wrong in the most inconvenient ways and ruin the holiday coming back to the paper work unsatisfied. Napoleone the Kiwi

 

[Lyrika]

School

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Much like everyone one else, my personal hell would be just nothing. Nothingness. No colors. No actions. No fears. No torture. Just plain nothing. Even when tortured, I could find a way to be stimulated in some sick way. However, when there is nothing to be done, my greatest fear, boredom, will be capitalised upon.

 

[Achillea]

I am stuck with my car in a fourlane roundabout. People are abusing their horn as if that would make traffic go faster and all the radio stations are playing Beyonce's "Single Ladies" in eternal repeat. In the backseat, people are screaming arguments at me.
I am crying and can't stop because my body confuses anger with sadness.

 

[Chimney Swift]

I am stuck with my car in a fourlane roundabout. People are abusing their horn as if that wpuld make traffic go faster and all the radio stations are playing Beyonce's "Single Ladies" in eternal repeat. In the backseat, people are screaming arguments at me.
I am crying and can't stop because my body confuses anger with sadness.

I've literally been there. I swear to god I cry every time I'm in a car.

 

[Achillea]

It seems cruel to like this but yeah. I live near one such roundabout and I now take a ten minute detour just to avoid it

 

[Sibelle Grey]

I'm in the dark. Just . . . standing there spread-eagled as my legs and arms and back start to hurt from lack of movement, unable to sway, unable to turn. Paralyzed and aching. Wherever the hell I am, there isn't a single source of light, so I see nothing.
But I hear everything. I feel everything. It's impossibly hot in this place. There's something breathing on the back of my neck, dampening my skin. A raspy sound. Something else is giggling without pause, a high-pitched staccato, and yet something else is just laughing in boisterous delight. More of a mocking sound, deep, booming and getting louder every moment, my only way to tell that time is passing, that something is changing. I can hear them closing in. I can feel them reaching for me, and yet I can't see them, and that's what terrifies me the most. I'm aware of my enemies and blind to their natures.
I'm alone and surrounded, and through it all I can faintly hear them calling for me. My parents, my siblings, my friends, everyone I've ever loved, panicked and anguished far, far away: "Sibelle! Sibelle, where are you? Come back!" They sound so afraid and I want to yell back that I'm here, that I'm right here, and I'm fine (alive) and they're closing in and I need help. But my lips refuse to move.

 

[Birdsie]

Basically, a world where this is the truth:

 

[Sibelle Grey]

Alternately, I'm on a road. It stretches out in front of me as far as I can see-- which isn't very far, my glasses are gone and everything's a blur-- and it stretches behind me. The light is gray. I can only see the cracked concrete beneath my bare feet, if I peer hard enough. It's cold here. Gusts of wind lash at me from every side and all I can hear is the gale and my own heavy, ragged breathing.
So I run.
And I run, and I run, and every step looks the same. Nothing changes. The entire road is identical no matter how far I go. There isn't another soul, benevolent or otherwise, and I am alone. My lungs burn, my vision fades to black as I run. I faint again. And again. And I come to and start to run again, every time. And without fail, my lungs burn, my vision fades to black, and I faint. And again. And again.

(Exercise is scary.)

 

[Truff]

Driving a car full of people loudly chewing and on a road with assholes.

 

[The Son]

Basically the Paradise of SJWs, BLM and ANTIFA

 

[Imperator_tenebrae]

Basically the Paradise of SJWs, BLM and ANTIFA

Don't forget communists.

 

[asterism]

My version of hell would be endlessly falling into complete darkness. Everywhere I turn, there's nothing to see, hear, smell, or feel. I would probably go nuts if that ever actually happened. :>

 

[ataraxia]

my version of hell is being stuck in a glass box full of bugs that's really high in the air

 

[SmugViking]

my version of hell is like stubbing my toe or something.
like you understand how bad that hurts, right?
or like when you rip off a nail on your fingers but it gets snagged on your skin so you're stuck between ripping off the nail and skin and it bleeding and you crying or just leaving it there and hoping the nail grows back fast
oh, and wet socks.

fuck wet socks.

 

[Mitsubachi]

I am so legitimately curious about what other people would describe their personal experience of hell to be.

I'll go first!!

So, I'm in a canoe on the ocean. There are no landmasses around, there is nothing to eat or drink, no people or animals, and it's completely silent and open. The weather keeps changing between "uncomfortably hot, humid, and raining" and "freezing-ass cold and hailing" and I have explosive diarrhea and vomiting. There's a small hole in the boat that's leaking and the more I vomit and shit and the more water gets in, the more I'm sinking, so I have to keep wading through my own shit and puke while bailing to stay afloat. Sharks surround me. I am naked.

YOUR TURN

Knowing that "hell" is not any scientifically proven place, my idea of said realm can be altered more freely.
I believe that of "hell" is a world of pain, suffering, and nightmares, I suppose I would have a hard time deciding what it would be.
I believe my deepest fear is not pain, not isolation, nor is it losing loved ones, but rather I fear that my theory of the universe around us is true.
The universe we know could very well be a lie to us. Not in the sense that we are in a sort of matrix however, but in the sense that we humans, have invented the universe.
It is a natural instinct to fill in mysteries with what we see fit, it explains religion. It is a diversion to the secrets of the "universe", a way to explain how we came to be.
But what if all celestial discoveries are not what they seem?
Maybe we don't live in a solar system.
Maybe we don't live on planets.
Its all our human minds inventing names and ideas to apply to these things.

I'm afraid that we may believe the existence of stars, planets, and galaxies, but in truth, they are all made up of our strange human minds.
We may not even be alive.
We could all be simply "imagining" things.
What is reality? It could very well be an illusion, we were tricked since the dawn of "time". (Which is also another man-made concept).

That is my personal hell.

 

[SmugViking]

Knowing that "hell" is not any scientifically proven place, my idea of said realm can be altered more freely.
I believe that of "hell" is a world of pain, suffering, and nightmares, I suppose I would have a hard time deciding what it would be.
I believe my deepest fear is not pain, not isolation, nor is it losing loved ones, but rather I fear that my theory of the universe around us is true.
The universe we know could very well be a lie to us. Not in the sense that we are in a sort of matrix however, but in the sense that we humans, have invented the universe.
It is a natural instinct to fill in mysteries with what we see fit, it explains religion. It is a diversion to the secrets of the "universe", a way to explain how we came to be.
But what if all celestial discoveries are not what they seem?
Maybe we don't live in a solar system.
Maybe we don't live on planets.
Its all our human minds inventing names and ideas to apply to these things.

I'm afraid that we may believe the existence of stars, planets, and galaxies, but in truth, they are all made up of our strange human minds.
We may not even be alive.
We could all be simply "imagining" things.
What is reality? It could very well be an illusion, we were tricked since the dawn of "time". (Which is also another man-made concept).

/r/iamverysmart

 

[Dr.Nekoshu]

I feel I visit my personal Hell every now and then, or at least a version of it, but let me get to explaining it to the best of my ability.

I'm somewhere filled with people, a mall, stadium, just somewhere where the possibility for giant groups of people is easily possible. And not a single person acknowledges I exist, they don't see me, don't hear me, don't even react if I do anything to them or other things. I am essentially invisible or even in between parallels and thus not noticed or anything at all.
To some people, being unnoticed or such is something they'd like, but how I am I need human attention less I start to sink into a bad place or even go a bit insane. So this? Yeah. My Hell would be one heck of a mind game on me.

 

[ViciousVip3R]

Living Hell? IB
Envisioned Hell? Well, when I was younger, I was terrified of going to hell, I just imagined it similar to biblical descriptions of fiery brimstone, etc. But somehow it felt so real, and I could sense the anguish if not the physical pain.

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

No internet. No anime. No manga. No video games. No fantasy novels.

 

[Hannah Lou]

Skinny jeans and cannibalism.