PhobiasWhat 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.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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FlyingI know this is a big one for many people... but I really am very terrified of flying. What's odd is that I used to be a good flyer - the fear only emerged like three years ago. And nothing even occurred to create it - it's not like I was in a near-crash or anything!
Anyway, that was a really inconvenient time to suddenly get an intense phobia of flying, since it was in the midst of a two-part flight. The stopover was in Philadelphia and I was seriously, seriously considering taking a 2 day long bus ride (Greyhound SUCKS at timeliness) just to get back to New Hampshire - instead of the 45 minute long flight.
The worst was my anticipation for the six hour flight to London last year. I was to study abroad for a full semester, yet I was utterly convinced that I would die somewhere in the Atlantic. I cried the whole day before I left and cursed myself for ever thinking up such a ridiculous plot to travel overseas. This fear was so intense that I boarded the plane buzzing along on two Xanax - and was completely, utterly amazed and mentally unprepared when I actually LANDED in London. Mentally unprepared...as in, I walked around for a week saying "How the hell am I in LONDON?"
I truly, honestly believed that the plane would crash and I could never get there!
That flight toughened me up a bit, though I was still a little iffy on the Ryanair flights. I didn't like how all the stewards and stewardesses looked about 15 years old. Also, how they made us pay for drinks and whatnot. Then they tried to pimp off raffle tickets. I just didn't trust their ability to deflate the yellow safety slide.
(, Sat 12 Apr 2008, 1:38, 1 reply)
hahaI also thought I'd die in the Atlantic when I flew to London! No irrational fear of flying before or after.
I think I was relieved when I saw the flight path wasn't a straight line from Chicago to London, but more of an arc over Canada and Scotland. Not much time completely over the ocean. I also hit up the local Xanax dealer and was pretty buzzed.
Going back the other way after 10 days of partying in London I honestly could have cared less if the plane crashed and almost choked the "Airline Attendant" (I believe that's the latest PC title) everytime she woke me up for fucking nothing, like pretzels.
(, Sat 12 Apr 2008, 4:41, closed)
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