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saifaiSchool is over for the summer. Actually, I got back for my summer route beginning Tuesday. I'm pretty excited about it actually. I begin my day at 6:30am and it's over by 1:30pm. Not bad, eh? Plus, I'll only have to deal with five kids. *gr*
We had our end of the year picnic Thursday. Wasn't a bad deal, really. I knew a lot more people than I did the last time. Fun was to be had. I shared a couple of my more odd fears with the people sitting at our table. The subject had come up about irrational fears, and of course I mentioned my fear of toilets. o.0 Yes, that's right... toilets. But not just any toilet, but... (and yes, I did get strange looks from that tidbit of information)
::shudder:: Great. Now I'm gonna have nightmares about it for weeks now.
It's so bad. Here's an example. Once, when I was in the seventh grade, a friend of mine invited me over to spend the night. She lives all of like a block away from my house. But it was all good. There I am, in my jammies, getting ready to head for bed. Her bedroom is downstairs in their half finished basement. We'd spent the evening upstairs watching movies, and finally adjourned to her room for the night.
She points me in the direction of the bathroom, and I toddle off. At the end of the hall was a black room. One wall is unfished, the others are all painted black. There might have been beautiful mahogany trim. There may have been cute little country style ducks on the shower curtain. I really wouldn't know. For right there, staring at me from across the doorway, is the toilet. ::shudder::
I stared at it open-jawed for a good minute before I shook myself out of my fear, screamed, and high tailed it out of there. Needless to say, I ended up spending the night in my own bed that night.
Side Note: Incidentally, it's not my only strange fear. I also have a fear of robots. Like, if I see them in person. There was a whole Robot Convention story behind that one. Oddly enough, my favorite scene from the Matrix: Revolutions film is the one with all the mech thingies they used in battle.
So. That's my story. Now you tell me yours. What's your most irrational fear? Tell me your stories people. Gotta get my mind off that damn toilet...
We had our end of the year picnic Thursday. Wasn't a bad deal, really. I knew a lot more people than I did the last time. Fun was to be had. I shared a couple of my more odd fears with the people sitting at our table. The subject had come up about irrational fears, and of course I mentioned my fear of toilets. o.0 Yes, that's right... toilets. But not just any toilet, but... (and yes, I did get strange looks from that tidbit of information)
::shudder:: Great. Now I'm gonna have nightmares about it for weeks now.
It's so bad. Here's an example. Once, when I was in the seventh grade, a friend of mine invited me over to spend the night. She lives all of like a block away from my house. But it was all good. There I am, in my jammies, getting ready to head for bed. Her bedroom is downstairs in their half finished basement. We'd spent the evening upstairs watching movies, and finally adjourned to her room for the night.
She points me in the direction of the bathroom, and I toddle off. At the end of the hall was a black room. One wall is unfished, the others are all painted black. There might have been beautiful mahogany trim. There may have been cute little country style ducks on the shower curtain. I really wouldn't know. For right there, staring at me from across the doorway, is the toilet. ::shudder::
I stared at it open-jawed for a good minute before I shook myself out of my fear, screamed, and high tailed it out of there. Needless to say, I ended up spending the night in my own bed that night.
Side Note: Incidentally, it's not my only strange fear. I also have a fear of robots. Like, if I see them in person. There was a whole Robot Convention story behind that one. Oddly enough, my favorite scene from the Matrix: Revolutions film is the one with all the mech thingies they used in battle.
So. That's my story. Now you tell me yours. What's your most irrational fear? Tell me your stories people. Gotta get my mind off that damn toilet...
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Date: 2005-06-05 12:16 am (UTC)You want to know an irrational fear of mine? I am often afraid that my left shin is going to break, just snap, about a hand span above my ankle bone. How's that for irrational? *g*
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Date: 2005-06-05 12:51 am (UTC)...and pray you never have to. They're frightening contraptions. ::shudder:: Actually, they're antique. I first saw one when I saw all of eight maybe. I saw one in an old historical farmhouse I was visiting with a group. I still have nightmares...
I am often afraid that my left shin is going to break, just snap, about a hand span above my ankle bone.
Interesting. Can't say as I've had that before, though back about six months ago I'd injured my shin. I was entirely convinced it was broken and I was due to see bone sprouting out of my skin at any moment (not that it hurt quite that bad...). Of course it didn't, but the fear was there. Hubby got a good laugh out of me for that. *gr*
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Date: 2005-06-05 01:27 pm (UTC)Yup, that's right... *ants*.
Buggar the fear of falling that I also suffer from... and I mean, I fear falling from standing on the back step of the laundry door... the thought that I could *FALL* from kneeling on a dining chair is enough to make me shriek and shiver in fright. But weirdly enough, I absolutely adore flying... I love being up high and seriously, turbulance is just a bonus as far as I am concerned... ::wheeeee.. bumpy... bumpy... bump... whooooo!::
Ants.
They are small, creepy and have the ability to crawl into *anything*, no matter how tightly you put the cling wrap on the salad bowl, they just seem to somehow... beam themselves into their version of heaven. I hate them, actually, I loathe them. I see them and I cry. Loud, choking sobs that make the cat look at me like I'm some kinda 'special' moron... all the while The Sugar Plum is just begging me to clean the mounds of drowned ants outta her water bowl.
I don't though. Clean them out of the water bowl... nope... I get the elbow high rubber gloves on, gingerly pick up the water bowl and hurl it into the rubbish bin... same with the cat's food bowl. Anything that has been touched by ants goes immediately into the bin... I don't care *what* it is or how expensive it was... in the bin it goes.
One time, I was living in a flat in Dandenong and the whole complex of flats had an ant problem... I just moved. Literally. I truly didn't want to know about them. Of course, I just couldn't cope with packing the kitchen up myself in case I came into contact with the ants so I shelled out over $500 for someone to come in and pack up the kitchen for me.
Money well spent.
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Date: 2005-06-06 03:57 am (UTC)*shudders*
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Date: 2005-06-07 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-08 05:27 pm (UTC)My fears?
First. Daddy-longlegs. Spiders I can take, snakes I adore, but if I see a Daddy-longlegs I scream and run for the hills. Seriously. There was this one time when I just stepped out of the shower and had opened the window to vent the air when this HUGE Daddy-longlegs came flying in through the window and STRAIGHT AT ME. I screamed, I ran and slammed the door so it couldn't follow me. My dad had to come and kill before I could go back inside again. *shudders*
Second. I'm afraid of heights. At least I think I am. Gets spagetti-legs if I stand on a stool. The thing is I love to fly, turns into a grinning five year old whenever I get to fly. So that's weird, maybe it's because I'm not standing still?
Third. Zombies. That's a new one. I never should have gone seen Dawn of the Dead in the cinema, 'cause now I see zombies everywhere. I blame my friends they chose the movie. *shudders again*
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:29 pm (UTC)Totally get ya' with the daddy long legs thing. Though honestly, I'm more frightened of the fat fuzzy ones. I just know they have it in for me. They have evil beedy little eyes and they probably jump.
My dad had to come and kill before I could go back inside again.
Very scary. I don't blame ya' a bit. Something similar happened to me when I was about ten. Neighbors probably thought I'd gone nuts running around the yard sceaming and flapping my arms trying to get rid of it. *gr*
Zombies? Now that's an interesting one. I kinda get it though. Just watched Resident Evil for a second time and had the house locked up tight. I was completely paranoid about some weird dead thing wandering in through the window or something.