Last night, I climbed into bed, got all comfy and cozy, and then noticed that the door to Mal’s closet was open. Most people wouldn’t care (or even notice), but I needed to close it before I could fall asleep. Otherwise, the monsters/zombies/ghosts hiding in there would get me!
Yes, friends, this is just one of my irrational fears from childhood that I still have today. And here are some others:
Seeing Bloody Mary in a mirror
My friends at summer camp scared the crap out of me doing that Bloody Mary stuff, so today I won’t (obviously) say “Bloody Mary” three times in front of a mirror while standing in the dark, but I also won’t look at my own reflection in a mirror at night. So when I get out of bed to pee at 2:00 AM, I’ll look at the ground in front of me to avoid looking at the huge mirror on my bureau and continue to look down so I don’t see the mirror above the bathroom sink. Ok, typing that just made me feel like a huge weirdo, but, long story short, I’m not a fan of mirrors at night.
Getting grabbed by monsters under the bed
I guess I’ve watched too many movies where a long, creepy hand reaches out and grabs someone from under the bed because now I won’t stand next to a bed (any bed – even my own) for an extended period of time. And if it’s dark, I’ll quickly hop into bed just to avoid having my feet on the ground for too long.
Getting eating alive by a Great White shark
I watched all of the Jaws movies as a kid, so now I have a fear of open water (and sometimes lakes). I’ll swim in the ocean, but I won’t let the water get much higher than my chest. I want to make sure I can touch the ground and see what’s in the water just in case a shark tries to sneak up on me. So, yea, surf lessons in Hawaii are going to be interesting…
Contracting some weird disease from feathers
I’m sure this is the weirdest of the bunch and, ok, it’s not really a fear, but it’s just something I tend to think about when I see feathers on the ground… and it’s probably totally irrational.
One time, when I was a kid, I found a big feather and started playing with it. I was probably rubbing it on my face to feel how soft it was or something like that because my mom told me to stop and said I could get sick from touching it. (Bird flu? Maybe she was onto something.) Ever since then, feathers (in the wild) sort of bug me out. I definitely won’t touch them! Ha!
Yesterday’s breakfast was something a little different: scrambled eggs with 2 clementines. It was tasty and filled me up, but I missed my banana and nut butter.
Question of the Day
What are some irrational fears that you had as a kid and still have today?
P.S. Mal showed me this site last night: Animals Talking in All Caps. It’s pretty hysterical. Just wanted to share!