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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Happy holidays.I turned 6 in 1982, and my parents decided that a foreign holiday would be nice - our first. They settled on Ireland as a destination - mainly because it's Anglophone, which they thought'd make things easier for me and my brother, but also partly because my grandparents lived on Angelsey, and we could use them to break the journey.
Their mistake was telling me of their plans. I cried. I screamed. I refused to go. Why? Because I was scared of the IRA. We ended up going to France instead.
I'm still quite apologetic about that: I was a truly pathetic (and clearly spoilt) little shit. I should have been slapped far more.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 15:52,
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