Friday, April 29, 2011

Ridiculous, Bizarre Fear

I am a neurotic--I freely admit that.  I probably should be in therapy five days a week--I freely admit THAT.  However, for the most part, I don't think I'm much worse off than most people are--except, possibly, when it comes to my fears.  All I have to do is THINK about stinging insects--bees, yellow jackets, wasps, etc--or being in the middle of a lake/ocean and I can cause myself to have a full-blown panic attack--a panic attack that makes my heart race, my blood pressure go up, my breath to become rapid, my stomach to start churning.  JUST by thinking about my fears, I could make myself faint.  But still, I don't think I'm all that different than a lot of people--until I admit to one very ridiculous, bizarre fear.  For years, whenever I'm near my washing machine when it goes into the spin cycle, I worry that the agitator--or another piece of the machine--will break off, fly through the side of the machine, and cut me in half--killing me in the process, of course.  THAT is bizarre.  (This doesn't keep me from doing laundry, however--I just suck it up and stay away from the washer during the spin cycle.  :D)

11 comments:

  1. Oh my god, another person as insane as I am. :D I am terrified of the sodastream machine we have in our kitchen. I'm positive that one day it's going to explode and send pieces of plastic and metal flying into my head, killing me instantly.

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  2. Thank goodness I'm not as crazy as I thought I was! Or maybe it's just a 'family thing'--with Finland being as small of a country as it is, I'm SURE we are related. :D

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  3. Anonymous9:07 AM

    When I was a teenager, we had a gas stove from the '50s that you had to light the oven with a match to start it. I was terrified of it and had my mom light it before I started baking cookies or cakes. I love that the stoves today are automatic lighting.

    I continue to think that when I mow the grass in the back yard, the neighbors' trees are just waiting for me to walk under them to drop one of their dead limbs. I walk pretty quickly under those limbs, hoping a moving target is harder to hit. ;-)

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  4. Oh, Janet, I KNOW what you mean about gas stoves! I think that is one of the reasons I never have had one, even though they ARE better for cooking. Putting a match near gas just didn't ever seem like such a good/safe idea to me. ;)

    Power mowers are as frightening to me as the washing machine--I'm always afraid the blade will detach and cut me off at the ankles. On the other hand, I don't think I'm leery of tree branches.

    I love that other people have bizarre fears, too--makes me feel a little less weird. ;D

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  5. Y'know, if you did get killed by the washing machine, who would post the police log?
    Better stay away.

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  6. But it probably would make for a good police log item! :D Just no one to blog about it.

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  7. Anonymous11:41 AM

    Now that I think about fears, I've always been wary of kitchen sink disposals. (we don't have one, thankfully.) I've seen too many movies where someone got their hand stuck down there, and it started up. *shudder*

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  8. Yes, yes, yes!! I know that one, too.

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  9. I am JUST as crazy as you are! HA! That's probably why we get along so well.

    "JUST by thinking about my fears, I could make myself faint. "

    Same here!!

    Oh, and now I will be hiding from my own washer machine during the spin cycle!

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  10. I'm just here to provide a service--AND make everyone else as neurotic as I am. :D

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