When asked, I like to say that I’m an optimist, but truth is that I believe that I’ve become more pessimist through the years. I’m not sure if everyone is this way, or maybe it’s just my writer’s brain always on high alert, but I often admit to people that I can take any situation I’m in and within moments think of at least six ways that it will end badly for me. My imagination shifts in to overdrive and I’m off to the races of imagining doom.
Are you like that at all?
So, when someone once asked me what MOST terrifies me, I had a very hard time paring down my list. Seriously, my list could be endless! But in the sake of fun and full disclosure, I thought I’d share the top five things on my list.
That picture right there is why I fear snakes. Honest to Betsy, I cannot fathom of snakes being any more creepy and frightening. I mean look at that! And, a bite to the face is just one of the horrible scenarios that would run through my head if I sat down and thought about snakes too much.
My husband dreams of living on a piece of land with a pond. I tell him “hell no”. Do you know why? Snakes.
My oldest son asked if he could have a snake as a pet. I hyperventilated. He never got the snake.
I literally wake up from nightmares of the cats bringing snakes into the house through the dog door. And yes, it has happened before.
I will not go in the snake/reptile house thingy at the mall. I would have an anxiety attack. Just knowing they exist on the zoo property makes me less likely to go to a zoo at all.
My husband once put a plastic snake next to me on a couch. I screamed. I cried. I didn’t talk to him for hours. Let’s just say he never did anything like that again.
Snakes. They are horrible, horrible, sneaky, slithering nightmares in action and they are my WORST fear.
Second… a porta potty.
I cannot even look at a porta-potty without dry heaving.
Allow me to make myself clear: I will pull down my pants and go in the middle of a group of people before I will walk myself in to a porta-potty. Part of the reason – the picture above. My absolute imagination trying to convince me that if I ever dare step in one, a random huge gust of wind will sweep in out of nowhere and knock it over with me inside. Can you even imagine?
If you ever hang with me in person, be sure to have me reenact the time I got locked in a squatty potty in Uganda (pretty much the same thing).
These things are terrifying in their own right, but I also imagine them having snakes hiding in the hole and waiting to bite you in the a@@, so…
Third… (just look at the picture)
I am so terrified of this thing, that I don’t even want to write the word! I’ve read the books and watched the documentaries and even know someone who had a weird/scary experience with them.
What freaks me out the most, is that stuff like this can happen in America, make HUGE money, and be celebrated by so many. They scare me. A lot. Read up and watch the documentaries.
Does me mentioning the movie Titanic explain enough?
Again, my mind has convinced me that with my luck, the second any cruise ship that I am on is the farthest point from land in any direction, everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
Whether it be storms, sickness run amok, people falling overboard, crazy drunk people by the pool, tiny cabins… add them up and there are so many ways it can go wrong – and you have nowhere to go!
Nope. I can assure you, that I will never, ever go on a cruise. But you guys have it and enjoy all that food!
I am at my worst, and most depressed when I feel lost. When I feel like I have no direction in my life, or am having zero impact in the world. The image of just wandering from thing to thing searching for something to bring happiness or purpose even saddens me.
Going on six years ago, I prayed for a clear purpose for this very reason. I couldn’t stand another day of just wandering along being affected by everything and everyone around me, but affecting nothing myself.
I believe we all have purpose – it’s just a matter of searching for it. Searching and wandering, to me are completely opposite. Searching is active. Wandering is zombie like.
Don’t be a wanderer.
Those are my five. A little weird, but hey, it’s me!
What are your five??