I can admit I get scared, in fact you could say I have some fears in life. Some are logical, some aren’t so logical. I’ve conquered a few of those fears over the years though and chat about them here in this post. The very scary Candace inspired this post. Don’t mess with her, she’s really bad ass.
- knives: for whatever reason it is, I can’t stand sharp knives. I think I watched a few too many slasher movies as an impressionable child. Butter knives are fine, but handling sharp knives really bugs me. This was always a little tricky as a manager of a restaurant.
- lost: being completely unaware of my surroundings. As a kid I would sometimes get lost in the shuffle when our large family visited malls or other public gathering areas. In order to cope, I taught myself to remember how to backtrack my way home no matter what. I could have told someone how to get to my grandparent’s house 160 miles away when I was five.
- drowning: when I was a wee singe, I used to despise taking baths because I had a fear of water. My mom immersed me in swimming lessons and the rest is history. I fear one day I will be over confident in my abilities and a riptide will get me.
- pet birds: I hate them. Birds are meant to fly outdoors. I don’t enjoy them being trapped in someone’s house buzzing my curly locks. I also don’t like the dander and feathers everywhere. Please set them free and don’t clip their wings. (note: owls can handle cold weather)
- public speaking: still working on this one. I get insanely nervous whenever I’m in front of a crowd larger than ten which doesn’t consist of family, friends, or bloggers. If I really want to be president in 2012, I suppose this is a skill I should master.
- losing friends: I don’t like losing contact with friends. Again, when I was young we had neighbors who would come visit Seattle for the summer months. They became great friends, yet I got so sad at the end of summer when they retreated to California. It tore me apart. Perhaps it stays with me today as I don’t like to see folks mad at me. I know it’s going to happen since I’m a tad opinionated, but I will do my best to work it out. Much of it has to do with family dynamics too, I often act as the middle man, attempting to see both sides of a discussion.
- rodents: oh boy, I could go on and on about how mice used to freak me out. We had one in our house as a child and I had nightmares about how it would try to squeeze under my bedroom door. So bad these dreams were I would stuff a sweatshirt or two under the door before powering on my electric blanket. Today I’m a changed man and perhaps it’s because I don’t have an option. Now I must confront rodents as I’m an adult and soon-to-be-parent.
- death: okay, this one sounds kind of odd. I guess I no longer fear death as much as I did as a child. I really have no plans on leaving this planet anytime in the next 60-65 years. This one is kind of deep since it ties in many parts of my upbringing and my personal life. Losing siblings and other family members makes you acutely aware of your surroundings. Now that I’ve typed this paragraph, I’m wondering if it shouldn’t be in the "haunting" classification.
- superstitions: I shun broken mirrors, ladders, black cats, and the number 13. On Sunday I ran a 5k while wearing the number 13 on my back. Can you say brave? I routinely walk under ladders, break mirrors and stare down black cats. One thing I won’t do though is get cats wet after midnight.
TODAY’S RULED OUT BABY NAMES: Moxie, Trixie, Flowbee, Tracy, Hippie, and Dorothy.