When I was little I was fiddling around with my dad’s shaver and cut my thumb. There were 3 slices of skin on my thumb for the next 2 weeks. I had to band-aid it up the whole time till it healed cause I cried everytime I looked at it. Ahaha.

More recently, last year at my now-ex’s house, we were sitting in the dining area when I looked up and saw the wall had a really shoddy paintjob and there were lumps all over the top bit of the wall. I cringed and I’ve never been in the room since.

I don’t know why it errs me. It just makes me feel all yuck and wrong inside. But there are some things which oddly dont bother me. I don’t know

xJay

i wanted to ask why, but then again.

thanks for the contribution. ive always wondered how far some phobias could go… pendulums…

or anything that basically could swing. the thought that it would just keep swinging back and fourth drove her crazy, and she would flip out to the point of attacking people if she was unable to stop something like this from swinging.

Her mom had a plastic ball tied to a string in the garage, which was for parking the car, when the ball hits the wind sheild, your in far enough. anyway, i just accidentall hit this once sending it swinging, and ive never seen such a reaction, she just crumpled into a ball on the ground abd basically cred until i stopped it.

hows that?
Oh and im 100% serious

a funny and simple read on people’s phobia and a link to a list of some of the weirdest phobias around….