Some people live their lives without fear. Not I, said the fly. I have my fears and phobias. Some are genuine and understandable. Others, I can completely admit are ridiculous, but they are my fears nonetheless.
I’m not going to put a picture here because I am THAT afraid of snakes. I can’t even look at pictures of them. I said these were in no particular order, but I guess that was a little bit of a lie. This is my number one fear.
It’s sad, really. There are so many things I would love to try, but I’m so afraid I might fail, that I just don’t bother. That’s no way to live! It’s a work in progress.
3. Talking on the phone
When I admitted this a few weeks ago, I truly thought that everyone was going to point and laugh at me. I mean, come on. A phone! And yet, they didn’t. They commiserated with me. They admitted they had the same fear.
Andre laughs at this one. He says as long as I’m cutting the “right way” then nothing will ever happen. I say, even if you are cutting the right way, all it takes is one accidental slip and you could lose a finger or impale yourself.
I also keep our kitchen knives in a drawer instead of out on the counter because I’m afraid someone might break in and use a knife to attack me. I’m actually getting queasy in the stomach just thinking about it.
5. Something terrible happening to one of my loved ones or family members
This one’s a given. I think everyone is afraid of this. Unless you’re a hermit living in the woods and have no close attachments. Then, I guess this doesn’t really apply to you.
6. Overly crowded places
One year, a good friend and I were at a museum, and there was a rather large crowd at a popular exhibit. I started to feel a panic attack coming on. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was racing, and the sensation of fear was almost overwhelming. I told my friend I had to get out of there right away. Once we got away from the crowd and in the open, I felt like I could breathe again. I still feel like this whenever there’s a large crowd of people around me.
I hate fighting and I hate arguments. I start to shake whenever I get in a confrontation with anyone, regardless of whether it’s an actual argument with someone in front of me, or one-sided arguments with stupid drivers when I’m out on the road.
8. Getting things under my fingernails
I usually keep my fingernails cut pretty short for this exact reason. It’s very anti-girly of me, but I don’t care. I hate, hate, HATE the feeling of anything under my nails. Food, sand, dirt, doesn’t matter. I actively avoid anything I think might get under my nails, and if something does get under there, I obsessively pick at it until they are all clean.
9. My husband’s man cave
You would understand if you could see it. It’s a scary, scary place. I leave it all to him and I hardly ever enter. I think he does it on purpose because he likes it that way.
10. Tight spaces
This is a relatively new one. I mean, you’re talking to the girl who used to have a secret hiding spot in the back of the closet under the stairs. So, you know, it used to not bother me. Lately though, just the idea of being stuck in a small, tight space without being able to get out sends shivers down my spine.