Does anyone else have things that really creep them out, even though they are harmless or at least not worth worrying about half as much as you do?
I was reminded of one of mine just now, when a horrible moth started flapping around my bedroom light. The fucker no doubt fluttered it's disgustingly dusty body through my window, despite the curtains.
Eurgh, I despise them so much, especially when they have a large fat body. The way they erratically meander through the air towards your face is horrible, and if they touch you it's the most disgusting crawly hellish experience imaginable.
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Well the point is of course that none of that is really particularly true, and if it is it's certainly not worth worrying about. And yet I have an almost uncontrollable repulsion towards these bastard things. My body feels all tense when I see one (the more so the bigger it is), and I'll tend to run out of the room to turn another light on to lure it out.
The most hilarious occasion was when I was innocently reading a book and then a HUGE fucker started flapping around my head out of nowhere. I literally screamed - that's the only way I can describe the sound I made - and cowered under my bed sheets like a total baby, until I managed to crawl out, sheets still wrapped around my body, and turn another light on.
EURGH.
I was reminded of one of mine just now, when a horrible moth started flapping around my bedroom light. The fucker no doubt fluttered it's disgustingly dusty body through my window, despite the curtains.
Eurgh, I despise them so much, especially when they have a large fat body. The way they erratically meander through the air towards your face is horrible, and if they touch you it's the most disgusting crawly hellish experience imaginable.
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Well the point is of course that none of that is really particularly true, and if it is it's certainly not worth worrying about. And yet I have an almost uncontrollable repulsion towards these bastard things. My body feels all tense when I see one (the more so the bigger it is), and I'll tend to run out of the room to turn another light on to lure it out.
The most hilarious occasion was when I was innocently reading a book and then a HUGE fucker started flapping around my head out of nowhere. I literally screamed - that's the only way I can describe the sound I made - and cowered under my bed sheets like a total baby, until I managed to crawl out, sheets still wrapped around my body, and turn another light on.
EURGH.