I Must Confess…My Many Fears & Phobias
It’s another Monday which means it’s another opportunity to bare our souls as part of I Must Confess. It’s scientifically proven* to lift your mood and boost your spirits so you really should join in with the fun like the the 12 brave individuals who took part last week.
*it’s actually not scientifically proven but it is true, nonetheless
Just ask them, if you don’t believe me… BTW, thanks to each and every one of you for again taking part, you put a smile on my face during a particularly difficult week!
This week’s prompt asks us to share our irrational fears and phobias. I have quite a few to share, which probably explains quite a bit about my personality. I guess you can all be the judge of that…
I am scared of…mountains. Since I can remember I have been scared of them. I can’t really explain why but the thought of having to go up a mountain fills me with dread. I do everything possible to avoid them, even if that means I travel hours out of the way to get to my destination. Irrational, yet true.
I am scared of…the telephone. It is silly and irrational but I detest ringing people up on the telephone, especially people I have not called before. All I can say is thank goodness for the internet as it has allowed me to avoid a lot of calls to a lot of people over the last few years. Again, irrational, yet true.
I am scared of…amputation. This is really weird, but I have always had a deep seated fear of having to lose a limb. There was a time when I was younger where I would have preferred to have died rather than agree to amputate any of my limbs in order to save my life. Again, I can’t explain it but I know I still have problems watching TV shows or movies where amputation is a possibility – possibly why I never got into Grey’s or so many other medical shows where amputation could be used as a dramatic plot device. Note that I could not bring myself to even try to find a picture to illustrate this fear…
I was scared of…a picture of the Sydney Opera House at night. This is honestly my earliest memory. I used to have a scrapbook of all sorts of photos that I loved to look through with my parents. But this one photo used to always freak me out. Even as a 3 year old I remember fingering the book and turning to the page before it. I’d take a deep breath and then move the page just enough to get the merest glance, before squealing in fright and running away. I think it had something to do with the freaky reflections on the water. Here is the closest example I could find of the picture in question:
So there you go – my deepest, most irrational fears. Are you game enough to share your own? Or do have the need to get something else off your chest this week? Either way, link up your post, share the comment love and start your week off right!
Eternal thanks to the wonderfully generous Rhianna from A Parenting Life for working out how to show the code for my button. Thanks Rhi, there is no way that my technologically challenged self would have ever worked that out on my own!
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Next week’s confession prompt – share your music tastes, questionable or otherwise!