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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Hahahaaa! I'm starting to feel normal
compared to some of the phobias posted here.
My thing is lettuce. I can't stand it. I can't touch it, I certainly can't eat it and I've never even tried. I don't like the way it looks, I don't like the way I think it must feel in your mouth when you eat it. On the odd occasion I have accidentally touched it I either have to wash my hands or I spend the next hour wiping my hands on my trousers.
What gets really embarrassing is when I'm eating out and I have to eat around the inevitable mountain of the stuff they stick on your plate, making sure there's no little bits on my chips.
I'm also not too proud to ask the person I'm with to pick it all out of my sandwich before then spending the next half an hour inspecting my lunch for bits they might have missed.
Eugh. Just thinking about it makes my shit itch.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 22:05, 1 reply)
compared to some of the phobias posted here.
My thing is lettuce. I can't stand it. I can't touch it, I certainly can't eat it and I've never even tried. I don't like the way it looks, I don't like the way I think it must feel in your mouth when you eat it. On the odd occasion I have accidentally touched it I either have to wash my hands or I spend the next hour wiping my hands on my trousers.
What gets really embarrassing is when I'm eating out and I have to eat around the inevitable mountain of the stuff they stick on your plate, making sure there's no little bits on my chips.
I'm also not too proud to ask the person I'm with to pick it all out of my sandwich before then spending the next half an hour inspecting my lunch for bits they might have missed.
Eugh. Just thinking about it makes my shit itch.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 22:05, 1 reply)
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