Well, lots of things.
But I only have one real phobia.
Bees. And there's no way I'm going to
cheer this post up with pictures of them. I don't know exactly why
I'm so afraid of them. I've never been stung by one and there's no
incident related to them that could've made me fear them. In all the
memories I have of them, I was already scared.
I remember my mom trying to make me get
over my fear by walking me through our big yard, that was full of
clovers (= full of bees), on a bright summer day. I must have been
five or six. She held my hand so tighlty I couldn't get away so I
closed my eyes and cried while being dragged through the yard. And
probably refused to go outside at all for the rest of the day. That
incident only made me more afraid of bees. I know my mom had good
intentions but it really didn't work.
Another memory that increased my fear
didn't even happen to me. I was playing basketball with my siblings
in front of our house. (If you've read my ”20 questions” post you
know that I don't like basketball very much but what wouldn't I do for
my siblings?) My sister was wearing a bright yellow shirt and once
she started sweating a lot, the bees were drawn to her. None of us
saw any of them, she just suddenly cried, fell on her knees, and
threw the shirt over her head. Her back, and the shirt, were full of
bees (I don't remember how many) and she was in a lot of pain, but
guess who was the one who refused to go outside for the rest of the
day? Yep, not her.
Okay, I really really don't want to
spend much more time reminiscing about bees, even though I've began
to tolerate them a little bit better in the recent years. I don't
really leave myself out of anything because of bees... but things
like, walking a street where there are rose bushes on both sides, are
still a hell for me. Hearing the bees all around me makes cold sweat
run all over me and when one passes me by, I just freeze. And don't
move untill I'm sure it's gone.
There was one time last month I did
pretty well though. A bee sat on my shoulder when I was outside with
a camp full of teens. I guess it doesn't happen too often since I
can't remember the last time? Even less that it wanted to stay there.
Okay, it was horrible, absolutely horrible, I could hear it stretch
its wings beside my ear and every moment I was more and more sure I
couldn't stay still a second longer, but, well, there's never anyhing
else I can do, so I did. And evetually it went away. And after it was
gone, I was kind of glad it had happened and I'd survived it. Not
that I want it to happen again. Absolutely not.
Other than that, I'm just pretty much
afraid on anything your common cautious, worried person is afraid of.
Accidents, diseases, natural catastrophies, wars... you name it. It
makes me uneasy to sit in a table with candles close to me. I only go
on a motorcycle if my (ESTP 6) brother is driving. I always triple
check keys, pin codes, e-mail addresses, numbers and stuff.
So things like that.
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