Monday, October 24, 2011

You Miserable Vomitus Mass

(How do you spell Vomitus? hmm... Wesley is making up words)
I'm going out of order and with big gaps in between but I don't really care. I just spent my whole day doing homework without more than a fifteen minute break at a time. Blogging is a great way to reward yourself for hard work. Plus, it doesn't make you fat!
So lets go!

Blogger challenge #2: phobias.

Alright, I'm afraid of a lot of things. Serial killers, large predators, pedophiles, my basement, the list can go on and on. But I have two phobias that I find are both irrational and very interesting.
Lets start with the more rational of the two.
I have Acrophobia. For those of you who don't know, that is the fear of heights. I hate heights. In all honesty it isn't as bad as it used to be seeing as how now I can jump off cliffs into lakes but it's still crazy. Whenever I drive in the canyon and get a little too close to a ledge I feel like I'm going to throw up. A horrid scene of the car rolling down into a dark ravine flashes into my head. There's usually a lot of blood involved.
After such horrific imaginings I have to distract myself. "hey look at that tree all the way up there at the top of the mountain! oh wow I love this song! maybe I should paint my nails. Squirrel assasins!" or something of the like.
This fear also leads to my fear of roller coasters. They're evil and frightening. Don't invite me to amusement parks, I'm a bore. I'll go on all the kiddie rides though!
In all honesty I just don't like things high up that I can't control. If I am rock climbing I know that I have my own strength to rely on keeping me up. It's not that great, but it's better than putting all my faith in a machine. If a Ferris wheel crashes I have no chance to survive. I will fall to my untimely doom just like everyone else! Squashed like a bug on the windshield of a sports car going down the free way. (too morbid?) Point is, give me a rock wall, I'll climb it. Put me on a roller coaster I'll probably freak out a little but suck it up. Put me on a Ferris wheel and I will pee myself and cry.

So that's heights. Ready for the next phobia? It is probably the weirdest thing you've ever heard of in your entire life! are you prepared?

I am terrified of. . . . Stop motion animation.
Yeah, I'm serious. Alright "terrified" is an exaggeration, but it freaks me out. When I'm sick I dream in stop-motion. Sometimes when I'm terrified I do too. It's freakin' creepy! I'm not talking like Wallace and Gromit - I love them! Cheese and crackers! - but like Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas or Corpse Bride. There's one scene in the movie The Fall that I can't watch because its stop-motion. (see that movie. It's lovely.) It's just scary. No one moves like that! It's awkward and creepy. It literally makes me sick to my stomach.
Nice thing about my fear is that I have a very good reason of why I'm afraid of it.
I present to you A Claymation Easter.
You: But Kate! It's just a cute little Easter bunny with glasses and and a mustache!
Me: Shut up! You don't call satanic cults that destroy small children's happiness cute! This movie is evil I tell you! E-V-I-L evil!

You: It can't be that bad.

Me: oh yes it can! Have you ever seen a pig dress up as the Easter bunny feed the Easter bunny to a shark kept inside a small barrel? I have! It is creepy and evil and ruined all my hope to ever enjoy a Tim Burton film!

You: You're exaggerating again.

Me: Yes! but that's normal! But I am still right. As a small impressionable child this movie was scarring. If you want to understand my pain I still own this demonic film. I have yet to decide the best way to punish it for it's horrifying content. Please take it away from me and watch it, you'll understand my pain. You probably won't fear claymation, but you aren't a small influential child. Still, you'll see why this fear is in fact rational!

Well friends, that is my blogger challenge on phobias. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to go cleanse my psyche with Big Bang Theory.




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