Blog Every Day in May Challenge - Things that make me uncomfortable. There are one hundred little things (washing dishes without gloves, awkward silences, people who push in, bin juice splashing on my foot, others having private arguments in public, discovering that a friend is actually not, etc, etc..I could go on but I'm not neurotic.) I will just give you my main two. In order of freak out level, these are;
Having my personal space invaded.
A therapist once told me this was a trust issue, and to honest she is probably right - but I cannot stand it when people stand too close to me, or touch me, or put their hands too near my face. I don't mean my loved ones, I am always happy for a kiss and a cuddle from my husband and children! I mean like in a queue when the person behind you stands so close you can feel his breath on your neck. (I take a big step back with one foot which forces them to back it up) People I don't know very well that are huggers and double cheek kissers freak me the fuck out! I need to cringe away, making erk erk erk sounds. People who need to get in close to your PC monitor, and leave their head hanging 10cm from your face while they have a conversation. Or people reading over my shoulder. Nope.
Clowns
OK, this is more of a terror than something I am mildly uncomfortable with, but truly, it's almost a phobia. Blame Pennywise, or any other freaky-deaky clown in the universe, they all just scare the crap out of me! Once my sister, daughter and I where driving in the city, and we stopped at some traffic lights opposite a small spotted car, that contained 4 large clowns in full clown costume. Oh wow, we say, look at those clowns! These clowns looked over at us with the most serious, menacing dead-eyed look, like they all just discovered they had a terminal illness and it was our fault. As if we had glimpsed them in the wild in their true evil form and they didn't like it one bit. They didn't talk among themselves, they just stared silently as the minutes ticked on, until the light was green. I regret not taking a photo, but I am glad I didn't because then I would have to look into their terrifying gaze over and over again. No one needs that, the memory alone makes me shiver. Over the years this has also led to me being uneasy with all circus performers, or anyone associated with the circus. You know that moment in Austin Powers when he grimaces and says 'Carny folk? Smell like cabbage. Small hands.' I totally get it.
So what are you uncomfortable with?
xx
Having my personal space invaded.
A therapist once told me this was a trust issue, and to honest she is probably right - but I cannot stand it when people stand too close to me, or touch me, or put their hands too near my face. I don't mean my loved ones, I am always happy for a kiss and a cuddle from my husband and children! I mean like in a queue when the person behind you stands so close you can feel his breath on your neck. (I take a big step back with one foot which forces them to back it up) People I don't know very well that are huggers and double cheek kissers freak me the fuck out! I need to cringe away, making erk erk erk sounds. People who need to get in close to your PC monitor, and leave their head hanging 10cm from your face while they have a conversation. Or people reading over my shoulder. Nope.
Clowns
OK, this is more of a terror than something I am mildly uncomfortable with, but truly, it's almost a phobia. Blame Pennywise, or any other freaky-deaky clown in the universe, they all just scare the crap out of me! Once my sister, daughter and I where driving in the city, and we stopped at some traffic lights opposite a small spotted car, that contained 4 large clowns in full clown costume. Oh wow, we say, look at those clowns! These clowns looked over at us with the most serious, menacing dead-eyed look, like they all just discovered they had a terminal illness and it was our fault. As if we had glimpsed them in the wild in their true evil form and they didn't like it one bit. They didn't talk among themselves, they just stared silently as the minutes ticked on, until the light was green. I regret not taking a photo, but I am glad I didn't because then I would have to look into their terrifying gaze over and over again. No one needs that, the memory alone makes me shiver. Over the years this has also led to me being uneasy with all circus performers, or anyone associated with the circus. You know that moment in Austin Powers when he grimaces and says 'Carny folk? Smell like cabbage. Small hands.' I totally get it.
So what are you uncomfortable with?
xx
