How is it that something so arbitrary could have such a hold on me? I can't help but think that by some way of classical conditioning I learned to fear this. I could swear at one point in my life this use to excite me, or perhaps that is only a dream that I have. Perhaps I have only hoped that I could feel excitement surrounding this event.
I suppose I should share what it is I'm actually referring to. You might laugh at how ridiculous this is, but all of these feelings are real! I am genuinely and terribly afraid of "the opening of a can of biscuits". I know! It's absolutely insane, but it scares the life out of me. Today I didn't just have to be in the same room when it happened, no! I had to be the opener, and get this - not just one can but FOUR!!! Four times I had to hold back tears, squeak like a mouse, and let my gastritis win. That instant pain caused by stress put my entire body under the spell of this fear. I'm still recovering. The monkey bread is in the oven and has been for the last several minutes, yet I am still a fearful wreck.
It has been cruel to allow myself to remain in this state just so that I could share this with you. I am hoping that a shower and some Glee music will fix this problem. I know it will.
So there it is. My name is Carie and I'm deathly afraid of biscuit cans being opened. Oh my gosh there it goes again, just focusing on the very act . . . ugh!
What are your irrational fears?
I'm off!!
balloons popping...yes, i don't care if they are new balloons, or saggy deflated balloons, but i hate them! it is similar to the biscuit popping (what you need is kids, because they love it when biscuits pop...then you can have them do it and walk out of the room) anyway, it might as well be a gunshot. that is how upset i get...we have to blow up balloons at the store and i wouldn't touch them for a year or so...recently i had to do it, because no one else was there to. not one of my favorite days...
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You're a dork. I know....totally insensitive of me to call you that when you are sharing your deepest secrets. I love you.
ReplyDeleteBabies. I always think they think they are better than me. I also think that I am always about to drop them which scares me.
ReplyDeleteHello you! I was going to say balloons, but someone already did. Oh well, I'm still scared of them so I can say it too! :-) Tara's kids had to pop all the balloons from their Dad's birthday, and they had to cut the ends and slowly let the air out because they didn't want to upset me with the popping sounds. so silly.
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-Catherine
As I sit in my Intro to Preaching class, I am going to add public speaking to my list of fears.
ReplyDeleteThe telephone. I really hate having to talk to people over the phone, because I always say really stupid things and then can't take them back, get flustered, and say even more stupid things.
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