- Clowns. AKA the spawns of Satan. You know, I used to be a normal kid who loved clowns. I was okay with circuses and I didn't feel the need to go into fetal position when I saw one. That all changed when I was 9 and a 'friend' of mine sat me down and forced me to was IT. Not only is that a highly inappropriate for a kid to be watching but it is also traumatizing as heck. WHERE was her mom while I was being forced into this? While I was in California before I moved to Italy I was walking down Hollywood Blvd. with my aunt and there was a street preformer lady dressed as a clown and I visibly tensed and avoided all eye contact. You know you look ridiculous and probably constipated when the clown notices and calls you out on it.
- Sharks. It's actually kind of funny because for the longest time I wanted to be a Marine Biologist. My fear of sharks started when I was a kid, probably around 4 or 5 minding my own business enjoying a family trip to Universal but then it all changed (as soon as I typed that in my head i went 'and then the fire nation attacked). My sister and mom thought it would be fun to go on the Jaws ride, me being the innocent child I was had no idea what was going on. My lovely elder sister told me it was just a niceboat ride and to sit on the left side by the rails because it was a better spot. Of course I listened and the ride took off and then BAM out of freaking nowhere a freak MASSIVE shark 'attacks' the boat right where i'm freaking sitting. Not okay, and i'm still a little bitter Marisa.
- Snakes. It's actually ironic that i'm scared of snakes since I am a self declared Slytherin, but really snakes terrify me. Give me a spider any day, I may not like them but atleast I can squish them with something. Theres is no fun story for this one, I have just always been scared of them, they aren't natural and they should just go extinct. I do have a story though where I was at my Grandparent's cabin in the mountains of Utah visiting for the summer. My Grandma was putting clothes up on the clothes line out in the yard and I thought I would go help her because clearly i'm such an amazing granddaughter ;). I went out in flip flops and started walking to the clothes line, then I felt something go over my foot....I looked down and saw a snake. A SNAKE just freaking slithered its gross self over my foot. I promptly screamed kicked off my shoes (thinking back I don't know how that helped) and ran screaming into the house. Needless to say, I didn't end up helping my Grandma haha, a lesson I learned that day though was no flip flops in the mountains.
So thats pretty much all I am really scared of, not that unique or impressive but I hope I entertained y'all at least a little bit.
Until next time!
<3 Rachel
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