It's a bank holiday weekend here in Olde England! Which means that we can wave goodbye to the luverly weather we've been having and say hello to traditional English Bank Holiday Rain. Fact! But we will have fun anyway, lolling on my sister's sofa for the whole weekend and eating rainy barbecue and watching 'Fawlty Towers' DVDs. Bliss!
And, I am going to talk about something today that really disturbs me. I think it would be good therapy, you know? To Talk.
Inhale...
You know when you have to untie wet laces? Shoelaces, or even *shudder* track pants laces??? OH MY GOD THAT JUST CRAWLS MY BLOOD!!!! Am I alone in this? Do other (seemingly normal) people freak out when they do these things? I mean, I don't FREAK OUT like running down the road naked, just sort of quietly "aaaaargh!" Or maybe there's something else that freaks you out, and you need to get it off your chest? Tell me all, and I'll give you a sympathetic ear, because I love you and I understand. Okay?
And, I am going to talk about something today that really disturbs me. I think it would be good therapy, you know? To Talk.
Inhale...
You know when you have to untie wet laces? Shoelaces, or even *shudder* track pants laces??? OH MY GOD THAT JUST CRAWLS MY BLOOD!!!! Am I alone in this? Do other (seemingly normal) people freak out when they do these things? I mean, I don't FREAK OUT like running down the road naked, just sort of quietly "aaaaargh!" Or maybe there's something else that freaks you out, and you need to get it off your chest? Tell me all, and I'll give you a sympathetic ear, because I love you and I understand. Okay?
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I used to work at an animal shelter, taking maggots out of wounds. I was fine with that, somehow. Hmmmm...
You know how at certain times of the year, i.e. the pre-school worming time, you hover over your kids' tushes at night, shining a torch light, searching for any signs of unwanted lifeforms, after observing pre-warning symptoms like itchyness?
Have you ever caught sight of said critter :{
vicki
I can walk through the bush and mud barefoot, no problemo, but wet floors freak me out big time (especially bathroom floors EEEP!!)
vicki
Vicki, ugh, yes... once.
Grandmother, I'll try not to crack my knuckles near you!
These are all deepseated phobia and phoibles (I had to spell that in Latin) that are the remnant memories of missed opportunities and repressed desire, generally manifested along with warts, hair loss and the failure to pick the winning lotto number.
It is all very Scientific.
The cure, for everything y'all have listed above, is to hug the next worm, spider, snake, entrail, etc. that comes along.
Worked for me!
heheheheheh.
OK. Now I feel better. ;-)
Halfasstic, Ooooh, I know what you mean!