Sandstone-Shadow
A chickadee in love with the sky
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- she/her
Ahh. *shudders* You posted a link to an article about house centipedes in another thread, and I looked at the picture and went, "Oh God, that thing." Anything that has tons of legs and can move quickly freaks me out... really tiny insects and bugs creep me out a bit, too. It's not terrible, but I do tend to jump or quietly yell if I find anything really tiny on me.Centipedes. The only living creatures I have a serious problem with.
You know, I've never really thought about this in these words, but now that I think about it, I fear this, too. I just start thinking about the potential of things... it actually kind of scares me at times. Like, if I'm using a knife to cut something up for a sandwich, I might start thinking about how easily my muscles would obey if I wanted to do something else with it, like hurt someone. I never would, but it's scary to think about how physically possible it is.The idea of losing control of myself. It's horrifying to me. It's the reason why I don't want to get drunk, among other things.
I'm scared of drowning or not being able to breathe.
I'm sort of claustrophobic, but it's a sort of conditional fear. I wouldn't be scared of being wrapped up tightly in someone's arms, but I'd freak out if I was in a very packed area of people, like at a dance or in a mosh pit or something. I'd also freak out if there were walls around me that I can't move, and the space is too small. One of my nightmares is being caught in some narrow, winding tunnel, too narrow to turn around. Oh, and heat adds to my claustrophobia. The hotter it is, the easier I get claustrophobic.
What's the weirdest is I feel like if I worked at it, I could get over some of these fears. But somehow I don't want to. o_O How weird is that?