What? Well, I didn't say it was normal... *grumble*

School 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)

( high level cisturns )

::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...

What? Well, I didn't say it was normal... *grumble*

School 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)

( high level cisturns )

::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...