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CLOWNS CREEP ME OUT! And my sister collected them. And we shared a room. *shudder*
I am insanely afraid of sharks…and anything that might get me in the ocean. Especially Giant Squid. Every time I jump off the wharf at Keats I am CERTAIN that a Giant Squid is going to attack me. You know that they found the largest one on record off the coast of Vancouver Island. I’m not kidding! I think it is because I grew up in the land of lakes, where it’s just little fish and such swimming around out there.
OH MY GOD, FINALLY I have found someone who understands my fear of butterflies!
Friend: “What’s the matter? They’re just pretty little things”
Me: “NO. They’re giant flying insects with a coloured disguise so they can fool you into thinking that they don’t have creepy crawly legs and creepy crawly bodies”
I once had to run through a butterfly farm on a school trip because I was so freaked out. Imagine the humiliation.
I also worry about losing my hair. What if this work stress turns into alopecia? What if being bald suits me as much as it does Ms Spears. No, stop worrying. It’ll make it worse. Can’t. Stop. Worrying.
See? Complete irrational freak.
WE ARE SO KINDRED. That’s amazing. My friends will read that and totally wonder if I have a split personality, and you’re the other one.
I always call butterflies “ugly men in pretty dresses.”
Cockroaches
Breaking my nose
Blowing a tire while driving on the freeway/interstate
Bees and other stingy bugs
Losing my teeth – Seriously, I floss every day.
Clowns — I get. Totally freaky. Can’t even look at them. But blue foods? All of them? I hope that doesn’t include Slurpees, because … yum.
Funny story — so evil.
Bees and wasps
Grasshoppers
Vomitting
I can’t touch cotton balls. The texture makes me scream!
OH MY GOSH, ME TOO. I hate that feeling ESPECIALLY WHEN MY NAILS ARE TOO SHORT AAAAH!
You are not a nice person.
;-)
Amazing. I post about my fears and get zero responses; you post about your fears and get eight responses. You’re a phenomenon, Meg.
Re: Rebar: When I was on my internship in South Florida, a piece of rebar flew through the windshield of a minivan and impaled the teenage girl sitting in the passenger seat. Her mother, a nurse, drove straight to the emergency room, where the rebar was very carefully removed from the girl’s chest. It narrowly missed her heart, and she was young enough that her lung would heal.
So. Your co-worker’s fear may not be all that irrational.
Vomitting and the fuzz on peaches. Each one is worse than the other. Just the thought of that fuzz almost makes me throw up but i cant because then i’ll be dead. I actually even hate, really hate the actual V word – give me puke anytime. Its the ugliest word in the dictionary and it was really hard for me to even type it. ewwwwwwww
And actually seeing a peach or heaven forbid touching a real one. ewwwww its making me have convulsions right now and i feel like V’ing. I will never live in the Okanagan. Strangely enuf guess what my fav fruit is? You got it, but i’m talking about the ones in a Del Monte can.
I used to watch “Trauma: Life in the ER” and Christina is right. There are way too many rebar accidents.
My irrational fear: snow. I see those travel section photos of winter vacation locations with snow and snort: Yeah, right, who would want to do THAT?
Because obviously anyone who wants to be where it snows is craaaaazy.
Clowns, too.
Spiders. Hate them.
Falling down escalators. It’s related to a fear of heights, but it’s weird — I’m fine with heights if there’s a railing or something else that I can hold on to.
I’m not afraid of clowns (heh) but I understand why people are. When I was one, I never tried to inflict myself on kids who were scared.
Centipedes – they have far too many legs.
Breaking a cheek or eyebrow bone.
Touching shower walls with any part of my body except my hand(unless it is my shower). Hello OCD.
OH! I once watched this clip where a womyn had a grub inside her head and they pulled it out and that totally makes my skin crawl. ewww, nasty.
clowns, glass elevators, stinging/biting insects and ants.
Moths. Ditto on the death-by-rebar. Clowns. Wading in muddy water. Dirt on spinach leaves.
- Centipedes! Heather, I totally get you. There was one in my bathroom yesterday. I couldn’t go in for hours. creepy snakey spider creatures.
- Clowns. as a child I was warned there was a man abducting children while dressed as a clown. It stuck with me.
- Heights/Bridges. I cross a bridge almost every day. joy!
- The word ointment. Blech
- Things on the bottom of lakes. I’m an ocean girl, born on an Island, hope to die on a (more tropical) island.
- wide open spaces/crowded spaces. Both make me feel insignificant.
- (re)starting a blog
Sharks. I live in Edmonton. Don’t ask
Thunder. Not lightning. Thunder.
Fear of rebar? Good reason… My husband was a truck driver and fell backwards off of his flatbed trailer onto a piece of rebar. 18 inches of rebar impaled him through the rectum. Luckily he is still alive today, by the grace of God. He spent 8 months in the hospital and had numerous surgeries to repair the damage. The rebar was not protected but either way it is still dangerous.