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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Paper and paint
I think my 'Room 101' would have newspaper all over its gritty parquet flooring. Not just any old newspaper though, it would be liberally splattered with poster paint. I would then be forced to gather up said newspapers and stuff them into a small metal dustbin.
Pretty tame? I was forced to do this at the age of something less than 10 and the combination of the gritty floor, the dry newspaper, dry, painty hands and dry newspaper really set my teeth on edge and the hairs at the back of my adorable little head standing on end. The fact that I wasn't allowed out to play with my classmates until all the newspapers had been gathered up made it worse. Today, just the sight of dry paint on sheets of newspaper is enough to make me physically shiver (whoooerrrrrrrrgh - or sounds to that effect).
Also, CHCB's post reminded me of my aversion to 'Mull of Kintyre', it nearly led to me being sacked or beaten up by a bunch of northern yokels. Still, I told this story a while ago - probably under 'Restaurants & bars' or something so won't repeat it here.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 11:59, Reply)
I think my 'Room 101' would have newspaper all over its gritty parquet flooring. Not just any old newspaper though, it would be liberally splattered with poster paint. I would then be forced to gather up said newspapers and stuff them into a small metal dustbin.
Pretty tame? I was forced to do this at the age of something less than 10 and the combination of the gritty floor, the dry newspaper, dry, painty hands and dry newspaper really set my teeth on edge and the hairs at the back of my adorable little head standing on end. The fact that I wasn't allowed out to play with my classmates until all the newspapers had been gathered up made it worse. Today, just the sight of dry paint on sheets of newspaper is enough to make me physically shiver (whoooerrrrrrrrgh - or sounds to that effect).
Also, CHCB's post reminded me of my aversion to 'Mull of Kintyre', it nearly led to me being sacked or beaten up by a bunch of northern yokels. Still, I told this story a while ago - probably under 'Restaurants & bars' or something so won't repeat it here.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 11:59, Reply)
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