For as long as I can remember, I have had three phobias...I am terrified of birds, mirrors in the dark and fingernails. I cannot be within twenty feet of a bird without beginning to sweat and have my heart rate increase. It doesn't matter what size of a bird either. Actually, the smaller they are, the more unpredictable they are, so I'm actually more afraid of the little ones. You can also add moths, butterflies and other wing-ed type creatures that are bigger than a house fly to that list - I'm afraid of them all.
With regards to fingernails, ever since I watched "Silence of the Lambs" when I was ten (big mistake), I have been deathly afraid of having my own or hearing about someone else's finger/toe nails being torn off and if you know me well enough, you'll know that as I am typing this, my hands are sweating, I'm pausing while I'm typing to make flicking motions with my fingers (as a guarantee they are all still there), I'm squinting my eyes shut and I am slightly rocking back and forth. And now I've gone to go get band aids to put on my fingers. I'll be right back. Okay, I can't talk about this anymore without vomiting. Onto mirrors...
I remember hearing about Bloody Mary when I was six years old...six! And since then, I cannot look in a mirror in the dark. I am okay if there are mirrors in the room that I am sleeping in, but I musn't be able to look directly in to it from where I am sleeping. If I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I use the master bathroom. I can't turn the lights on at night because we have two large windows in the bathroom that only have drapes for covering and since our master bedroom faces the street, I really don't want the whole neighbourhood seeing my business. I really need to get some blinds for those windows. Anyways, there is a wall that juts out between the counter area and the toilet. When I wash my hands, I poke my hands out and around this wall, but I keep my face hidden so I can't accidently look in the mirror. I know that you need to say the infamous "Bloody Mary!" three times to make her appear, but knowing my luck, all it would take would be a glance and I'd be damned. I'm twenty-eight years old and I know that Bloody Mary does not exist. But I still can't bring myself to say those words, into a mirror, in the dark.
Does anyone out there have phobias that are as messed up as these ones? What are YOU afraid of?
LOL...I know what you mean with the stitches! I can't eat certain cheeseballs that have little flecks of dill on them because they look like stitches...so gross. As for stairs, my fear has always been (when you are walking down stairs that have open risers) that someone will grab my ankles. I guess have scary movies to thank for that one...
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