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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Butterflies
Or in particular, the Aglais urticae, or small tortoishell. Or "little cuntbastardfuck" as I prefer to refer to it.
Butterflies are inherently evil. They are moths with good PR. They are not pretty. They are evil. One of these days, you mark my fucking words, they will take over the world and enslave us all. And I'll be there laughing (or gibbering in fear, more like) for I predicted this all along.
So what is it about them that turns me into a big screaming hom? Well, fuck knows....apart from EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM IN THE WORLD. The horrible, horrible bright colours. The way they fly AT you like they want to enter your head. The way that when I visit my parents' house in the middle of the country, the little whorebags of doom decide to end their hibernation and start attacking. Oh, and probably, most likely, due to the fact that when I was growing up, my mother decided that a butterfly phobia was "silly" and would make me sit in a room if a butterfly was flying around and refuse to remove it, even when I was sobbing in terror. This from the woman who is afraid of balloons.
Arg....
I'm just off to lie down in a small room which I have previously sprayed with liberal quantities of insecticide.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 6:45, 2 replies)
Or in particular, the Aglais urticae, or small tortoishell. Or "little cuntbastardfuck" as I prefer to refer to it.
Butterflies are inherently evil. They are moths with good PR. They are not pretty. They are evil. One of these days, you mark my fucking words, they will take over the world and enslave us all. And I'll be there laughing (or gibbering in fear, more like) for I predicted this all along.
So what is it about them that turns me into a big screaming hom? Well, fuck knows....apart from EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM IN THE WORLD. The horrible, horrible bright colours. The way they fly AT you like they want to enter your head. The way that when I visit my parents' house in the middle of the country, the little whorebags of doom decide to end their hibernation and start attacking. Oh, and probably, most likely, due to the fact that when I was growing up, my mother decided that a butterfly phobia was "silly" and would make me sit in a room if a butterfly was flying around and refuse to remove it, even when I was sobbing in terror. This from the woman who is afraid of balloons.
Arg....
I'm just off to lie down in a small room which I have previously sprayed with liberal quantities of insecticide.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 6:45, 2 replies)
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