This picture has nothing to do with the post however if we ever do buy another fixer upper house, that will be added to my list of things I am most afraid of (please take a hint husband).
Look at that, I actually am posting the #BlogEveryDayInMay on the day of the topic! Don’t get used to it though…timeliness isn’t really my jam.
Today’s challenge was things you are most afraid of. I think of two types of fears when I think of fears; the ones I can get over (with a little pep talk) and the ones that I am legitimately afraid of. Here goes…
1. Carwashes. Not the kind where you drag out your hose and suds bucket and pop on your bikini top for the neighborhood to see you “wash” your car (like that ever happens), but the kind where you sit in your car while bubbles and monstrous machines that could eat come flapping away at your windshield while you pray to God one doesn’t burst through a window. I haven’t liked carwashes since I was a kid and I hate them to this day. I did discover an amazing carwash place though that is less than 5 miles away from my house where you get out of your car and some greasy guy who calls you “sugar” takes your keys and vacuums out the car, takes it through the wash and cleans the inside windows and dries it off. All you have to do is sit in the little fancy waiting booth and pray to God that he doesn’t drive off. Easy, right?
2. Centipedes. I can handle bugs. I can handle spiders and I will be the first to laugh at someone when they jump up because there is a little 8 legged spider crawling across the room. One thing I CANNOT handle is centipedes though. They have 980257 legs and are the worlds ugliest bug and I just can’t do them. I mean I am the girl who will jump into a strangers lap if I see one. I just…..nope. Can’t do it.
3. People not liking me. This is one of those legitimately afraid of fears. I play it off that I don’t care if you like me but really, I will do anything to get someone to like me. It absolutely breaks my heart and I will try anything to get that person to like me. When I know someone doesn’t care for me or doesn’t like how I am, it’s all I think about and talk about. Oh…and I read way too much into things. If a tone sounds funny from someone, I will analyze for hours if I did something wrong, what I can do to fix it, etc. It can be draining but I want people to be able to come to me and know they have a friend in me.
But seriously though…