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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Joe Brown
- the cheeky cockney singer- is my strangest phobia. I had a dream as child that we were in car that stuck on a level-crossing, he was decapitated and his head carried on talking to me. (I have very odd dreams.) His face makes me feel ill to this day.
The idea of cockroaches terrify me. I've only ever seen one in Texas and it was big enough to saddle. I broke out in a cold sweat and made inarticulate noises until I got away. I spent the rest of the day obsessively shaking my trousers in case one was hiding in there.
People chewing on wool sends me running - my teeth are on edge thinking about it.
A fear of things crawling into my ears means I have to sleep with blankets over my head, no matter how hot it is.
Being at sea freaks me out too. I may have watched Clash of the Titans too many times but all I can think about is an enormous monster rising out of the water to grab the boat. I'm OK as long as I don't go out on deck, that's when the fear gets me.
And whoever said they have the urge to jump when they are up high, I get that too. I have no desire to die but there's a part of me that thinks it would be a good idea.
Length - not as long as Joe Brown can talk for.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 23:16, 3 replies)
- the cheeky cockney singer- is my strangest phobia. I had a dream as child that we were in car that stuck on a level-crossing, he was decapitated and his head carried on talking to me. (I have very odd dreams.) His face makes me feel ill to this day.
The idea of cockroaches terrify me. I've only ever seen one in Texas and it was big enough to saddle. I broke out in a cold sweat and made inarticulate noises until I got away. I spent the rest of the day obsessively shaking my trousers in case one was hiding in there.
People chewing on wool sends me running - my teeth are on edge thinking about it.
A fear of things crawling into my ears means I have to sleep with blankets over my head, no matter how hot it is.
Being at sea freaks me out too. I may have watched Clash of the Titans too many times but all I can think about is an enormous monster rising out of the water to grab the boat. I'm OK as long as I don't go out on deck, that's when the fear gets me.
And whoever said they have the urge to jump when they are up high, I get that too. I have no desire to die but there's a part of me that thinks it would be a good idea.
Length - not as long as Joe Brown can talk for.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 23:16, 3 replies)
Funny
I had that 'height = thoughts about jumping' thing too. Then I went to jump school. Got over that pretty quickly. Now, I get to a great height I think "Where is the farthest place from the edge of this building/tower/whatever it is because I KNOW that 'thought' is going to come back again." So it actually got WAY worse.
However, put me on the rear loading/offloading deck of a cargo aircraft and I will walk right off the bastard...as long as I KNOW who packed my chute. Go figure.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 23:47, closed)
I had that 'height = thoughts about jumping' thing too. Then I went to jump school. Got over that pretty quickly. Now, I get to a great height I think "Where is the farthest place from the edge of this building/tower/whatever it is because I KNOW that 'thought' is going to come back again." So it actually got WAY worse.
However, put me on the rear loading/offloading deck of a cargo aircraft and I will walk right off the bastard...as long as I KNOW who packed my chute. Go figure.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 23:47, closed)
my friend has the chewing/sucking on wool issue
whenever we play fight, that's the reserve move. She curls into a small ball screaming. It's mean, but dammit, she's much stronger than me when we're hyper...
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:26, closed)
whenever we play fight, that's the reserve move. She curls into a small ball screaming. It's mean, but dammit, she's much stronger than me when we're hyper...
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:26, closed)
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