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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Sand, eh?
I went to Barbados for a week when I was a toddler. I was utterly terrified of sinking into the sand if I stood on it, so much so in face that I wouldn't set foot on the beach without a towel underneath me until I finally got over my fear on the final day we were there.
Now, I love the feeling of burying my feet in dry sand.
Mmmmmmm...
Saaaaaaaaand.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 1:05, Reply)
I went to Barbados for a week when I was a toddler. I was utterly terrified of sinking into the sand if I stood on it, so much so in face that I wouldn't set foot on the beach without a towel underneath me until I finally got over my fear on the final day we were there.
Now, I love the feeling of burying my feet in dry sand.
Mmmmmmm...
Saaaaaaaaand.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 1:05, Reply)
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