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Re: Odd fears
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
The touch, the feel, of cotton. The fabric of her nightmaaaaaaaaaaaares.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I am fearful of a fire while sleeping. I sleep in my underwear; the only thing worse than someone seeing my underwear clad self would be them seeing my underwear clad self while all my worldly possessions burn. This does not bother me enough to sleep in clothes, but enough to make sure my bath robe is nearby.
I am fearful of someone coming into my house and finding some of my sluttier books, even though they're on my bookshelves, which are all over. I'm not talking Harlequin romance novels, either.
I am fearful of spilling. I find it really difficult to eat soup because of this.
Are you talking bone through skin or just being able to tell its broke? I broke my collarbone like ten years ago and you can still see it. It never heals straight and normal since they don't do anything to set it.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
OK. You need baking soda, dawn dishwashing liquid, and hydrogen peroxide. Mix this up in a paste, and apply where needed. It will KILL the smell. I use this on my dog when she gets skunked; it works like a dream.
You can soak your pants in it; the peroxide might damage the material.
This is MY BIGGEST KITCHEN FEAR. A close second is washing a spider down the drain, only to have it come back up larger and angrier each time.
When I was a kid, I was terrified that some big bug that my cousin flushed would come crawling back up. I think I rushed everytime I used their bathroom for they next few years. I almost freaked the eff out when I saw some stupid movie about the little pet alligator that got flushed and came back up through sewers and shiit.
I also was traumatized by something I watched on TV that involved a baby with crab claws. I wish I hadn't thought of that because now I'll probably have nightmares about my baby having claws.
I'm afraid of the dead and naked thing too...specifically slipping in the shower, breaking my neck and being found by my dad. With my hungry cat taking nibbles out of me. Also, whenever I'm in a car and another driver throws a cigarette butt out the window I sort of tense up for a second, thinking it can bounce into the gas tank of my car and make it explode. Yeahhhhhhh.
I have always been afraid of torn seats on restaurant booths. I can't sit on them. I don't even know what I'm afraid of, but they freak me out! Maybe I don't want the gross old stuffing touching me.
I'm also terrified of tornadoes and have been for my whole life. I've never seen one or been in one, but I have recurring nightmares about them. My parents always blamed my grandmother for reading me the Wizard of Oz when I was two (parents, just don't do it!).
::Adds wendy's clavicle to list of odd fears::
Mine is the same way after breaking it when I was 15 and not going to the doctor for 5 days. They offered to re-break it and put a rod in but said it would be for cosmetic purposes only. No thank you. I can freak my brother out every time I show it to him, but really you'd never really notice unless you knew to look for it.
This however is probably the reason I have an odd fear of falling of furniture since I did it by falling off a chair.
And I too also cannot stand touching cotton. But only cotton balls. I hate the noise they make when they are dry. It gives me chills. If they are wet, no problem.
2/20/2011
::rocking back and forth, nodding::
I hate anything dry. Like touching flour. Gaaaahhh. Or paper without putting handlotion on first.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I also hate cotton balls. Thinking of removing nail polish makes me teeth sweat.
I am afraid of something happening to Kevin and I while we are home and Charlotte is napping, and then her being in her crib for days because no one checks on us.
I think I have mentioned this before, but I am afraid of being hit by another car while driving and picking my nose, and my finger poking my brain.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
My odd fear...
Being hit by a drunk driver. I don't know why. I hate being in the car after the sun goes down, because that's the time of day that most people are at the bar. I just freaks me to know that someone that I don't even know can mak a bad choice and kill me or my H or our kids in the back seat. I swear if a drunk hit me with the kids in the car that would be the last drink he or she ever had.