Toothpaste.
Every time I feel even slightly queasy, I immediately start thinking about how awful it would be if someone made a cake out of toothpaste and then tried made me eat it. And then I think about it so much that I end up puking. Even though I was only a lil sick to begin with.
I worry every time I have a nose bleed that it’s really my brain and it’s somehow committed like brain suicide and destroyed itself, and it’s now coming out through my nose.
Having to touch velvet. I visibly shudder and want to chop off my fingertips afterwards. Even worse, velvet with a hard surface underneath like a pool table or the new coat hangers my mum bought. They’re non slip and my clothes actually stay on them so I still use them, but I cringe and suck my lips right into my face I’m so uncomfortable touching them.
Rebellion
I refuse to consciously think about my heart beating or my lungs breathing because some part of me is convinced that if my bodily functions notice that my brain has noticed them, they will all shut down in protest and I need to stop writing now before it happens ah
ostriches.
I have to second the mention of ostriches. My dad and brother once told me that they will reach out and claw your stomach out of you if they get mad, and ever since then, I’ve been terrified. Those fuckers are scary.
That whenever I turn on my webcam to take a picture for my tumblr, someone at tumblr headquarters is secretly watching me preen before I take the picture.
When I’m walking quickly and I feel the hem of my skirt restrict my leg slightly as I take a big step, my brain tells me that my skirt has come undone by itself somehow and that I’m walking around in public with my skirt somewhere around my knees. Heart attack, frantic grab of skirt, horrified glance downwards. This happens to me several times a day (but has never ACTUALLY happened).
carpet. when I was in sixth grade we watched a science video that showed all of the invisible micro-friends living in your house, which was horrifying in general, but the part that stuck with me the most was the carpet. it’s basically a foreign planet with tiny alien monsters and I still have trouble walking on carpet barefoot.
1. Being trapped in a all gray room with walls of cotton with 3 doors. I used to have this dream/vision where I’d be in the room and Michael Myers (the fictional serial killer) and a large, maniacal version of the Pillsbury Dough Boy were coming after me.
2. The small ants that only appear when you drop a piece of food on the ground. Or, just multiple trails of ants.
I like to sit in the front of lecture halls because it helps me focus and it blocks out chatty people. But sometimes I think about how I’d probably be the first to get shot if a crazed gunman busts through the door. The idea that some people will kill a person for no apparent reason other than existing scares the shit out of me.
