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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What I love about this QotW...
...is finding out there are people out there who suffer the same irrational fears and paranoias that i have.
That one where you lose track of someone you're with for like 10 seconds and you begin to wonder wether they ever existed at all, yep, thats me.
In the shopping center mostly, i too start to wonder if the person i was with ever existed to begin with, or if i'd just been imagining them the whole time and i've finally woken up. Sometimes my mind likes to crank up the paranoia by wondering if *I* have been a product of *someone elses* imagination, that one scares the living daylights out of me.
I also wonder, in the same way that people ponder over wether a falling tree makes a sound with no one around to hear it, how can i be sure that i exist if there is no one around to see me?
(N.B its best never to combine these thoughts with smoking cannabis)
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 16:14, Reply)
...is finding out there are people out there who suffer the same irrational fears and paranoias that i have.
That one where you lose track of someone you're with for like 10 seconds and you begin to wonder wether they ever existed at all, yep, thats me.
In the shopping center mostly, i too start to wonder if the person i was with ever existed to begin with, or if i'd just been imagining them the whole time and i've finally woken up. Sometimes my mind likes to crank up the paranoia by wondering if *I* have been a product of *someone elses* imagination, that one scares the living daylights out of me.
I also wonder, in the same way that people ponder over wether a falling tree makes a sound with no one around to hear it, how can i be sure that i exist if there is no one around to see me?
(N.B its best never to combine these thoughts with smoking cannabis)
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