You know when people TELL you something is the way it is, even though it is not, indeed, a fact? I freakin' hate that. More than most things. The one thing I probably hate more than anything, when it comes to the THIS IS FACT department is when some turd says to me, after hearing that I have a needle phobia, "Just don't look." To that I say, "F&@* you." [Two things on that: are there actually specific symbols I'm supposed to use for that? And isn't it funny how I'll swear in my books but not on my blog?] It's a phobia. You have at least one, if not more. And this one is mine. I'm sure there are a lot of things I can do that you can't because of your phobias, so don't knock me because of mine. I gave birth without an epidural, for crying out loud.
It's not the pain I'm afraid of, but the needle. It's more than that, but to describe it I'd actually have to think about it and then I might vomit on my keyboard. And it does not help me AT ALL when you tell me not to look. Oh! I had not thought of such a clever idea. My phobia is cured! Do people really think that's helpful? It's so obnoxious at this point that the next person to say that to me might get my self-defense-trained hand on your neck. I even saw a hypnotist once to try and help me with the problem. The thing I know now is, and this is the only helpful thing the hypnotist taught me, "I don't like it, but I can get through it." And I can. With a squeezable Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal, my iPod, my cell phone videos, and lots of tears, plus a Rodney Yee breathing exercise. (I had blood drawn this morning, which is why I wrote this post.)
So to make me feel better: What are your phobias?