Only being able to converse about topics such as diapers, yard work, what I’m cooking for dinner, a great sale a target…Okay, let’s cut to the chase, I fear domestication.
Heights…I hate heights. Kris thinks it’s hilarious to exploit this as much as possible. It’s NOT funny to dangle off a 50th floor railing, just as it’s NOT funny to pull the bungee rope after I BEG you not to.
Anything related to the medical profession: needles, antibiotics, waiting rooms, throat cultures, even the damn tissue paper they wrap around their reclining deathbeds. I. Hate. It. All.
Karaoke. I loathe it to the point of fearing it. It’s fine to spectate - ya know - if you enjoy the sensation of your ears bleeding. 1 out of 20 karaoke participants can actually sing. Those odds suck.
Ladybugs. I know it’s irrational to fear this insect …actually, I can’t say I really “fear” them, I don’t think they’re going to kill me. I just think they’re grotesque; like little droplets of blood. Mwwmwkjfskjfdwj (FYI – that’s a vomit noise)
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