Phobias
What 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.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What 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.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Lorries
Not quite a phobia, but I really hate lorries and trucks and vans. More specifically, I hate walking on the pavement when a large vehicle is coming towards me on the road. Even though I know I'm on pavement and I'm not going to get hit, I have to close my eyes until it's passed.
I can trace this fear back to a time in France, when I was sitting in the passenger seat of my Dad's car. Being on the wrong side of the road the oncoming traffic was on my side, and we were driving on a small shortcut road to the port at Dunkirk. It was pissing with rain and hundreds of massive lorries were zooming past us on my side. Every time one went by our car shook and I was convinced I was going to die. Now I'm convinced I'm going to die at the hands of a lorry.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 20:15, Reply)
Not quite a phobia, but I really hate lorries and trucks and vans. More specifically, I hate walking on the pavement when a large vehicle is coming towards me on the road. Even though I know I'm on pavement and I'm not going to get hit, I have to close my eyes until it's passed.
I can trace this fear back to a time in France, when I was sitting in the passenger seat of my Dad's car. Being on the wrong side of the road the oncoming traffic was on my side, and we were driving on a small shortcut road to the port at Dunkirk. It was pissing with rain and hundreds of massive lorries were zooming past us on my side. Every time one went by our car shook and I was convinced I was going to die. Now I'm convinced I'm going to die at the hands of a lorry.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 20:15, Reply)
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