Thursday, March 17th 2016
We all know the pattern by now. I played Minecraft all day, so I’m going to discuss a different topic : phobias.
I am an arachnophobe. I cannot be near a spider, unless it is those tiny orange ones. I do not know why I am afraid of them, my parents told me I used to hold them in my hands as a kid, but all I can remember from spiders are endless memories of crying, because I was too close to one.
I remember once, however, when I was near a spider during recess. It was when I thought I was no longer afraid of spiders, but that was when I was seven, so we all know that isn’t true. The furthest back I can remember, where I believe is when I began to be afraid of spiders, was at my brother’s birthday (I think it was). Oh and how he loves his tarantulas (he used to chase me around with pictures of tarantulas). We were at this event and there was an animal keeper there. My father came up to me when I was playing, saying that my brother had something in his hands, so he picked me up and brought me over to my brother, where he was holding a tarantula. He held me over the tarantula and I started panicking. My dad asked me what’s wrong and put me down. Since my father didn’t know about my fear at that time, I think that is when it began. But why I started being scared then, I don’t know. Although I did say I don’t know why I’m afraid of them (I meant as in they aren’t harmful, so why should I be), I am afraid of spiders because of my uncle. I blame him, basically. He would scare my mother with bugs when they were kids, which caused her to be afraid of bugs and now I am too. I am afraid of bugs and spiders, although flies don’t scare me, they’re just annoying to me. I also cannot go in a haunted house, because of the spiders. That’s one reason why I don’t like Halloween.
But it isn’t a total lost. I became friends with my best friend because of both being arachnophobes. Speaking of her, it’s funny how we met each other in 9th grade, but 11 years before, back in kindergarten, we were at the same school. Small world.
Although I wouldn’t label myself as an acrophobe, I am partly afraid of heights. I am not afraid of being high up, I love being high up and getting a good view, but I am afraid of not feeling secure. Planes would sometimes scare me a little, but not enough to stop me from going on one (although my body doesn’t like travelling, I get nauseous, especially when waking up before 6 am), also the swing ride at Canada’s Wonderland that goes very high up, because I feel like it isn’t secure enough, but I go on it anyway, because the view is amazing and you can see the CN tower in the distance.
I am also afraid of the dark, sorta. I’m afraid of monsters being there, that’s because I used to be a big creepypasta fan back in 7th and 8th grade. I have a Slenderman doll made by a friend of mine in my room. He used to be my favourite creepypastas next to Jeff the Killer, but then I stopped cause it was worsening my sleep and it isn’t the most pleasant thing to be a part of.
I always run up the stairs as fast as I can, because I’m always the last one to close the lights. I know nothing is there, but I’m always saying things like “If the light is on me (using flashlight on smartphone), they well not attack me”.
I believe those are all the fears I can think of at the moment. I’m sure I probably have more, but I’m tired, even if I haven’t done anything all day, so I can’t concentrate.
That’s all for today.