Freaky Friday

Everyone has their fears. Something that paralyzes, unnerves, and makes their skin crawl. Think long and hard about what it is that petrifies you. Have goosebumps yet? These are my embarrassing fears. These are things that wake me up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. These are things that terrify me.

1. Like most women, bugs freak me out. Not cockroaches, not spiders, and not scorpions. I'll step on those sucks with my designer shoe and call it a day. No problem. It's bees, it's wasps, it's anything that makes that freaky buzzing sound while they fly next to your ear. Even a fly that gets too close to my face causes goosbumps to run down my neck. I have to refrain from my hands waving and flailing at the inanimate air.

*shudder*

2. The dark. Yes, I am 21 years old and I am still afraid of the dark. I watch Law and Order: SVU. I know what can happen! The thought of waking up in my bed, alone, with a strange man standing over my bed, creeps me the F%$& out. (Plus that show "Are you afraid of the dark?" is still engrained in my brain). Congratulations Nickelodeon, you've scarred me for life!

*shudder*

3. Being in a car accident. I'm not scared of a head-on, a fender bender, or a side swipe. I'm entirely afraid of the- out of control, spin out, flip the car -kind of car wreck. The feeling of being out of control and that nothing you can do can change the outcome, scares more out of me than you could know.

*shudder*

4. Drinking expired milk. When I was younger, I was about to enjoy a delicous, refreshing glass of cold milk. As soon as the soured milk touched my lips, I knew it had gone bad; however, I had to swallow it. Why? Because I was at the dinner table. Ever since then, I smell my milk before I drink it. NEVER AGAIN!

*shudder*

5. Hygiene. I have a (not really fear), but paranoia about my hygiene. I am in constant fear of being dirty. I don't have OCD or anything along those lines. But I never wanted to be the kid that was talked about because I smelled bad. I remember those kids in elementary school. They were the ones that smelled like cigarettes, B.O., and urine. They were the ones that stole things out of other kid's desks. Yes, Raymond, I KNOW you took my flower pen. Bitter.

*shudder*

So those are my fears, embarrassing or not, they freak me out. What are yours?