May 7, 2013

Number One Fear

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Happy Tuesday, friends! I'm still blogging Every Day in May:

Day 7: The thing(s) you're most afraid of


Hands down, without a doubt, the number one thing I'm scared of is snakes.  I always have been. It's pretty much totally irrational. I've never had a run-in with a slithery gross snake, I've never been bitten, nothing. It makes no sense.


(Even now, I won't even Google photo images for this post. I'm even scared of them on the computer or TV!)

It's not even restricted to big, strong poisonous ones. Little grass snakes (which honestly are a kind of cute and neon green), scare the pants off me too. I have NO idea why.

My mom (a psychology teacher) once told me that fears like that are deeply rooted in our psyche and date back to the caveman and wilderness-dwelling days of our ancestors. Back in those times they had to be afraid of snakes actually killing them and that notion just kind of got stuck in my brain somewhere along the family tree. Honestly, thats as good of an explanation as any.

I'm not kidding here people, to this day I have bad dreams about snakes and get out of bed and look underneath my bed frame. What the heck? I'm a grownass woman, thats honestly kind of humiliating.

There you have it, I don't jive with snakes.

What are you scared of?


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4 comments:

  1. haha I'm not a fan of snakes, in the least. But, my mom can't even look at them on tv without cringing haha. So you and she are totally in the same boat :)

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  2. I've got a story to share on this...

    I used to work in way North Arlington, and sometimes, to blow off steam, I would go to the Barnes and Noble which used to be there are 30 and Cooper Street. One day I had picked out a magazine and was sitting in a leather chair in the circle like they have and drinking a cup of coffee. On the table in front of me was a wicker-type basket with a lid on it. I noticed that the lid would pop up a little bit every ten seconds, as if there were something inside trying to get out...

    Yep, there was a snake in there. I had come right at show and tell story time for the kids, and apparently they were going to read a kid's book about snakes and get the kids to not be afraid of the snake. Somebody was hoping to see me scream, jump up and run away.

    But here's the punchline - my sister has had snakes as pets all her life. I recognized it as a corn snake, and picked it up. Of course then, the lady comes out and makes sure that I'm not going to hurt her pet snake. But it was one of those things that as it's happening you think "this is going to make a great story."

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