Here’s something that might make you feel a little less alone in your fears…
One night, I had a nightmare that someone was coming after me, but instead of running, they were walking, and I couldn’t see them. Anyway, I was so afraid I couldn’t run in my dream… So finally they’re close enough for me to see their outline, but no actual features…they start talking to me in this horrible robotic voice that freaks me out completely. I wake up eventually, no big whoop.
However, a few days later, I was working and I turned around to get someone’s french fries (I worked at a burger joint then), and all of a sudden, I hear “the” voice. Have you ever had all the hairs on your body stand on end??? That’s what happened to moi…so, I turn around, and there in front of me is some little old lady with one of those microphones at her throat. Gawd, I have never had such heebiejeebies in my life (except when I saw some guy who looked like he was half human, half hound of hell, but that’s another story)!
I am completely, hysterically, illogically terrified of spiders. Even the tiny ones. I feel faint.
I also have the same feeling driving over a bridge over water. I am not bothered in the slightest by heights or even bridges over roads or brush. But if the bridge is over water, I can’t breathe and I have to close my eyes until we are over it. Needless to say, I cannot drive over one of those. I have turned the car around and taken an alternate route many times when I have encountered this situation.
Also, I cannot be standing on the floor barefooted when the lights are turned off. It scares the shit out of me. If I’m wearing shoes, no problem. I am also terrified of flashlight light in a dark room. I can’t figure this one out but I’ve been scared by it my whole life.
Trout Mask Replica: hey! I have that album!
I’m not afraid of bees. Actually, I really like bees. I shouldn’t, since the one and only time I was stung I ended up on penecillin for 3 weeks, but I can’t help it. Bees are just so cute and fuzzy! I always go out of my way to let them walk on my hand, or even pet and/or kiss them. Yes, I’ve kissed bees. Something that is really cool with bees: put a drop of soda on your hand and let one drink it. They unroll their little nose-straw thing and the drop gets sucked up, then, no shit, a little tongue comes out the end of the tube and licks up all the rest of the soda. It’s really cool!
For the record, the one time I was stung (6th grade) wasn’t the bee’s fault. I was sitting on the edge of a pool and a dead caterpillar floated over, so I freaked out and pulled my legs up to my chest–not realizing there was a bee on my leg. I squashed the poor thing into my leg. Within an hour I had a welt about 6 inches across, bright red and blistering hot. The red welt was then surrounded by a green ring… it was nasty.
Gory movies. Usually I just avoid them, or have my husband pre-screen them for me, but every once in a while I get caught. I was just about ready to kill whoever it was that directed “The Piano.”
Within an hour I had a welt about 6 inches across, bright red and blistering hot. The red welt was then surrounded by a green ring… it was nasty.