PhobiasWhat gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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HeightsI hate heights.
The Christmas before last, we went to visit the in-laws, and on Christmas Eve the wife kicked me out of the house, to take my eldest son (then 3 and a half) to the beach while she and mother-in-law get some bonding time in with the baby.
The beach, as it turns out, has two ways down from the car park - the long way, down a windy road, or the short way, down the rickety stairs attached to the cliff. Guess which way we went?
On the way back, my son said that he wanted to go up the stairs. No thanks, I say. Why not? he asks. Because I am afraid of heights.
He held my hand, looked up at me, and very solemnly pronounced: "It's OK, Daddy. I'll be with you."
Ahh, sniff. We still went up the road, though.
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Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 14:57,
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Oh christI can't stop laughing at that last line. Well done sir! I would have done the same.
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Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Thu 10 Apr 2008, 18:52,
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