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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Irrational Fears.A bout of depression since my teenage years have given rise to the following phobias.
1. Deep Water
Not because I was afraid of drowning, but because I was convinced that long lost amphibians way behind the evolutionary scale would lurk in its murky depths. This particular phobia was cured when I dated such a creature for 3 months. It was embarrasing to be seen out with her, but my testicles were rarely full for that period.
2. Wooden legged men
I would cross the road to avoid any male who walked with a limp, and anyone with an obviously prosthetic leg would have me quivering like Fern Brittan's chest in the marathon. This fear was traced back to an unfortunate micturation accident as a child whilst watching the life story of Douglas Bader.
3. Shabba Ranks
Because he looked as though he was made out of shiny leather. Plus I was convinced that he never took his sunglasses off because underneath were 2 pools of infinity through which one could view the fiery pit of hell.
4. The letter 'c'
For many years it was impossible for me to use the letter c, which made speaking to my boss very difficult
5. Morrisons Pork and Apple Sausages.
Those thick, juicy parcels of porcine meat are a joy to me now, but for a 5 year period following a visit to a very thick-set proctologist, I could not even be in the same room as one of them. Nor, for that matter could I sit on any of my kitchen chairs without a cushion, or a large smearing of 'Anusol'.
6. Block Paving.
This delight of the suburban semi, and nouveau-riche Essex set, was for me a desert of baked clay cubes which could have my trousers wetter than the Java rain forests. Pair these up with a BMW SUV with the private plate W14YNE or J10NNO or other pointless statement of wealth and lack of taste and I was facing a short holiday under sedation.
But I'm all better now.
(, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 8:43, 1 reply)
I have similar issueswith Pato Banton's leather cap. I always imagined it was made from the skin of carribean virgins.
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Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 8:59,
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