Same here. I've been terrified of any clock that makes a lot of noise since I was little, and I don't even know why. I used to freak out whenever I passed by the town hall (which has a clock tower). I'm slightly more comfortable now, but I'll still go into fight or flight when I hear a clock chime.

I recently read an article about this. They think the roots of this fear go far back in our evolutionary history.

I'm not scared of it but I hate peoples hands in my hair and then they make pointless small talk and the whole time they have scissors right next to my neck

I'm the same way. I cannot do jobs that involve dealing with other people's hair like that. No way I could be a hotel cleaner or a hair dresser. I know the origin. Back when I was a kid, I used to suck on my hair for comfort and habit. One day a hair got sucked to the back of my throat and I had to pull it out. .... Sorry. I know. I know. That was the last day I had that habit. Never again. My now ex would be the one cleaning the drains and cleaning my brush. I like keeping my hair on the short side. If I could comfortably go bald I would. But I'm not that confident about it. Unfortunately, hair seems to gravitate to me. Anytime there is a hair in food, it's me who gets it. I feel bad for gagging and having to throw out the food when someone makes it for me, but there's no way I'm just taking it out and continuing to eat the food. It may be a long while before I ever eat that type of food again. Possibly never. White cheddar mac n' cheese. It's been about 25 or 26 years.