Ten Day Meme

[fufaraw]

Day Four: seven fears/phobias

1. Black windows. If it's dark outside, pull the curtains or shades or blinds. Who knows what's looking in?
2. Cracked open doors. Open it or close it. Who knows what's lurking in the dark and peering through the crack?
3. I used to be fond of curling into small spaces. Now I just find it really hard to breathe*
4. Both knees and shoulders have dislocated multiple times. I dread it happening again.
5. I don't like snakes I don't know are not poisonous
6. I don't like spiders on me I don't know aren't poisonous
7. I don't like being touched by people who don't know me


*I've been woken twice from a sound sleep by a dream.
1. climbing steep stairs into the dark through a passage that kept narrowing and I couldn't see ahead
2. swimming underwater from air pocket to air pocket--in the dark

I think both were probably apnea-induced. Still, waking gasping for breath, no fun.

Comments

[aerynsun5.livejournal.com]

I totally get you with #4. I've probably bored you with my knee stories, but both my knees have dislocated so many times I can't even count. There were a few spectacular episodes--walking into English class my senior year, wearing a very short skirt, dislocating my left knee, having it stick, having a big football player yank on my ankle to pop it back in, while showing my undies to the entire class comes to mind.

I was also a child insomniac. Every night, and I mean every night, it took me at least 2 hours to fall asleep, because I was filled with dread at the thought of crossing the street, dislocating my knee, and being run over, or something equally horrific. I finally outgrew it early in my college years.

I still can't watch a movie where someone's knees are broken, or a sporting event where something happens to a player's knees. I literally have to cover my mouth and will the bile back down.

After 4 knee surgeries, my orthopedic surgeon is just waiting for me to raise my hand and say "I'd like those replacements now, please." Just trying to delay as long as possible. Those puppies don't last forever, and 60 isn't that old.

Have I hijacked your post? Sorry!

I also agree with your second #2. Every time I see someone doing that in a movie, it makes me ill.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

#s 6 and 7. So much. I hate spiders, I just can't even deal with the idea of spiders. My brother and I went to a natural history museum once, on 'fun things' day. There was a critter wrangler who had little cages full of creepy things, and she started talking about a dance that swept medieval Italy, a frantic, frenzied dance--I turned to my brother and yelled, "RUN! IT'S SPIDERS!!" So we ruined her tarantula surprise....

Do not like strangers touching me. Not at all.