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I've mentioned during some recent commenting here and there some of my phobias. I think they're entertaining to explain, so I thought I'd share in full what the various issues are.
Clowns
They scare the bejesus out of me. Scratch that, they downright terrify me. All that "happy" make-up, it's just wrong. Can we say John Wayne Gacey folks? There's a clown a two that wander out local mall and the surrounding restaurants, in the guise of entertaining the kiddies, and if I am unfortunate enough to come upon one of the mother-fuckers unawares, I practically piss myself and end up knocking people over in effort to flee. It's no wonder I shop via the internet. That "Poltergeist" movie seriously fucked me up.
And as Sam Winchester said in Everybody Loves a Clown, "And apparently clowns kill." That's right Sammy!
Praying Mantis'
Spiders I can handle. Even a rogue scorpion or centipede (which is pushing the limit). But those long-legged, beady-eyed mantis'? Uh-uh. No way. They give me the heebie-jeebies big time. One fell on me when I was little, and they bite. Who says what happens in the formative years isn't important. A few years ago, there was quite a number of the 'walking stick' variety of this hellish insect around the area I live in, the straw colored ones. They liked to hang out on the screens. I hated them, and my roommate was singing their praises, saying the eat bad bugs and what not. I don't care if the eat the Antichrist. She kept naming them, Edward, Franklin, etc, thinking my dislike for them was comical. She actually didn't know how much they really bothered me, until one day, one of them died, and she picked him up, brought him into the house and said "You killed Edward, that's so wrong." as she set it in front of me. I backed away from the table so fast I almost knocked the chair over and burst into tears. She felt really bad and apologized, but geez, that was mean.
Dentists
I truly, truly hate going to the dentist, or to see anything involving dental work. I can barely even get my teeth cleaned without having an anxiety attack. I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm down about 3 teeth because of this phobia (yes, I do have a bridge.), as I didn't have the problems looked at and fixed while there was still a chance and ended up losing them due to my refusaldenial to go see a dentist. Still have two of my wisdom teeth, as I would only let them pull the one's on my left side. I am getting a bit better at having procedures done, thanks to finding a dentist that will completely put me under for even a simple filling.
Me loves the drugs.
I even brush like three times a day in order not to go have my teeth cleaned. I blame my childhood dentist, Dr. Owens, for this damage. He was a mean fucker and was not a gentle man. Oh, and every now again, I'll have a dream that all my teeth are breaking and/or falling out. It's a swell time, I tell ya.
Darkness
Now this a funny one for me. I trouble falling asleep if a room isn't pitch black. That's right. I even cover my alarm clock to block the light it emits. The trouble comes if the power for me to turn on a light is taken away. That's why there is either a flashlight or me cell phone (it's a bright bugger) always next to me at night. For example, if the power goes out and I have no light source at my immediate disposal - and immediate being within arms reach - I will freak the fuck out. I will full on freeze and can't save myself.
Guess that's a paralyzing fear.
Mirrors (at night)
I won't look into mirrors in the dark. I avert my eyes if I am near one in a dark room. Afraid I'm going to see something or someone that I don't want to. This fear is courtesy of some 'friends' in the 4th grade. That whole Bloody Mary thing was going around and when I said I didn't want to go into the girls room to 'play' this with them, they dragged me in anyways, and started chanting "Bloody Mary" . I managed to get away from them and as we can see here, it scarred me. I remember one of the girls, Heather, even after that incident, would still try to scare me. Like once, out in the playground, she pointed into the empty field next to us and said, "Tiffany, she's right there and she's calling to you."
Bitch.
I only recently watched the episode Bloody Mary from season one of Supernatural, I avoided it when it was aired. Happy to say I survived the viewing, thanks to those Winchester boys. =)
So, lesson here? If you want to give me heart attack and kill me, just send in an insane clown with the head of a praying mantis and then shut the lights down. I'll guarenteed piss myself, squeak in fear (I'm not a screamer) and then drop dead.
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*arms self with hamburger helper mitt filled with praying mantisses*
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