[ul][li]I cannot sleep with my feet uncovered. With your feet uncovered, you have no protection against monsters. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve KNOWN the mosters can’t get me if my feet are covered. Ever since then, I MUST have them covered.[/li][li]I cannot go barefoot if I’m going to press my foot against anything other than the ground. Otherwise, my tendons might snap. Or a bad man might have a razor and cut them. Nothing to endanger my tendons. Ughh! Gives me the chills just thinking about it.[/li][li]Jeana is afraid of werewolves. Always has been. She’s somewhat afraid of vampires.[/li][li]I was freaked out by Sixth Sense. I kept expecting to wake up in the middle of the night and see someone. Shit. I’m trying not to look into the kitchen right now, because I just KNOW I’ll see someone. My house is 90 odd years old. I live in the attic. Go figure.[/li][li]I can’t leave the door unlocked while peeing. Someone might walk in![/li][li]Always turn the fan on to uh… y’know. #2. Can NOT have anyone hear me doing that. Farting, hell yeah. The actual duty… no way.[/ul][/li]Thats just my weird stuff. Anyone else care to share?
–Tim
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
Well, this isn’t that weird, I guess, but I can’t stand too close to the tracks when the train’s coming in. Considering the pushing deaths we’ve had of late, though, I suppose that’s sensible.
Falling. Stairs are extremely difficult for me, and don’t even ASK me to get on an escalator. I won’t rollerskate, ski, ice skate, ride my bike anymore, nothing. Oh, and car accidents. Yes, as you can tell, I’m just tons of fun!
I NEVER leave the house without a swiss army knife, when I manage to forget one I totally panic. It will just linger on my mind constantly and totally spoil my mood.
I won’t stop obsessing over improbable events that are bound to happen to me that I won’t be prepared for. For example, bieng stuck in an elevator, unable to pry open the trap door (wich is ridiculous, I haven’t been in an elevator in eight months) or trapped in an abandoned warehouse full of cans of tuna without a can opener.
Inkz
Incidently, I have about eight of them now, and had many more that my ex-GF swiped.
Escalators, but only down escalators. With up escalators, I’m fine as long as I can stand for a second or two before getting on to judge the speed of the steps. (If they’re really fast, or if there’s a huge and impatient crowd behind me, no.) But down escalators, forget it!
I think it’s a fear of missing the step and falling. If I fall on an up escalator, the longest the fall could be is my own height. But if I fall on the down escalator, I’ll fall down the entire length of the escalator.
Mind you, I’m a transit buff. Fear of escalators and being a transit fan don’t so much go together. I had to take the elevators everywhere when I rode the Washington DC Metro. I don’t know what I’d do with the London Underground. And God help me if I ever end up in Moscow. (^: