yeah, i don't hate moths either, as long as they stay in a crematory oven shrieking their abominable agony to the merciless heavens.His Divine Shadow said:Seriously I don't hate them as long as they stay outside.
rahvin said:yeah, i don't hate moths either, as long as they stay in a crematory oven shrieking their abominable agony to the merciless heavens.
i can put my name under that. public speeches freak me out, and tomorrow i have to show a presentation :-/ maybe it will go away after some time, i just try to avoid it whenever i can.Lina said:I'm trying to think...none of the usual things like height or spiders or the dark. I have some social anxiety -- I rehearse in my head how I'm going to order in a restaurant or how I'm going to greet the clerk in a store. Obviously, then, I don't like public speaking. Having to act, as in theater, terrifies me. Even silly acting, like playing a trick on a friend, I just can't handle.
lol i'm like that too, those things creep me out. but i don't know if this has a nameCaelestia said:For some reason, I'm very disturbed by clusters of small holes. I won't freak out over something like a sponge, nor do I go into panic mode when I see someone's pores. It's mostly holes in organic matter that creeps me out. They trigger a bizarre desire in me to pick at them or squeeze them till whatever is inside comes out (even if they're empty). Does anyone know what this is called?