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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At least my phobia can be explainedMid 70s, my family and I were on holiday in the chalets in Belhaven. One day I happened to get my feet wet down at the sea so due to general lack of facilities I put my socks over the fenceposts to dry overnight. (At this stage some of you may guess what's coming.)
In the morning they were sufficiently dry so I quickly slipped them on followed by my 32 hole Doc Martens. It wasn't until I had the boots fully laced up that I felt the wriggling in the toes of my socks.
Needless to say I just about shit myself and couldn't get these bloody DMs of quick enough.
When I eventually did both socks were full off earwigs .... maybe 50 or 60 each foot.
Now I'm usually a bit of an Bhuddist and think that everything has right to life .... except fucking eary-wigs. To this day they're the only one of God's creatures that are killed on sight. I hate the fuckers AND EVEN MORE SO SINCE I LEARNED THEY CAN FLY.
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Ramsay Tupper, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 15:25,
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they can fly?oh holy mother of god, that is truly terrifying concept. please tell me you're lying. please.
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*Does a full body shudder*Earwigs are evil. The bastards can fly?
They scare me to death...I just had to take my socks off to check. Reading this has ruined my day :(
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snee held his breath since, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 8:24,
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IN MY BRAIN!Well maybe not my brain, but when I weas 6 or so I was playnig in the fields as you do and hiding in the long grass (maybe playing 50:50) when a woodlouse crawled into my ear. Went home and told mum, who didn't beleive me. I could feel it scrabbling around and the only way tio make it stop was to hold my nose and blow out against it thus increasing the pressure in my ears.
Slept, though fuck knows how.
Early morning a small TAZ220 enters kitchen with scrabbling noise in ear driving hjim more and more insane until........
the little fucker crawled out - cue mother screaming, cue TAZ220 screaming. Alot.
I donlt like woodlouse any more.
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@ TAZ220Please tell me you haven't watched The Wrath of Kahn.
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Olembe Refuses to write in this space, Fri 11 Apr 2008, 16:39,
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