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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Phobia or Pavlovian response?
A few years ago I finished with a girlfriend of 3 years. Anyone who has ever dumped someone and has an over active sense of guilt will agree with me that you feel like the worst person in the world (even if the whinging bitch had it coming).
After the deed was done, she proceeded to call my mobile a couple of times a day to cry, call me a bastard, apologise for calling me a bastard, cry again...you get the picture. This started to wear me out, so I allocated her number a personal ringtone to give me an extra few seconds to prepare for the crying/insults/guilt trip to come.
After a few months the calls tailed off as she found another man to blame all her problems in life on, but even now, if I hear the Nokia ringtone "Grand Valaise" my stomach knots and I get an overwhelming feeling of fear and guilt.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 12:29, Reply)
A few years ago I finished with a girlfriend of 3 years. Anyone who has ever dumped someone and has an over active sense of guilt will agree with me that you feel like the worst person in the world (even if the whinging bitch had it coming).
After the deed was done, she proceeded to call my mobile a couple of times a day to cry, call me a bastard, apologise for calling me a bastard, cry again...you get the picture. This started to wear me out, so I allocated her number a personal ringtone to give me an extra few seconds to prepare for the crying/insults/guilt trip to come.
After a few months the calls tailed off as she found another man to blame all her problems in life on, but even now, if I hear the Nokia ringtone "Grand Valaise" my stomach knots and I get an overwhelming feeling of fear and guilt.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 12:29, Reply)
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