You’re in a locked in a room with your greatest fear describe what’s in the room.
That’s easy, and in one word, ICE. As silly as this may sound I have a completely unexplainable fear of ice. I don’t like to touch it, I hate it in my drinks I hate the sound of people chewing on it. Keeping in mind that I hate very VERY few things there is something about ice that terrifies me. I don’t mean a slight fear I mean crippling, cover my ears, suck my thumb and assume the fetal position fear.
There are very few things I am scared of. I don’t mind heights, as a matter of fact I spend most flights I’m on with my head pressed against a window staring down. I will be the first to look down into ravines while hiking, and I don’t even flinch. I love creepy crawly things. I almost cried at the thought, ok I actually cried at the thought, of killing a bed bug. A BED BUG!! Knowing full well that most people would have squashed him,I couldn’t. I actually let him live in a cup in my office for a while because not only was I not scared of him, I had grown rather fond of him. I catch spiders and snakes for fun at work and I don’t even wear gloves to do so. I’m not scared of the dark I actually prefer it, I probably should have been a vampire.
So why Ice??? Is there some deeply rooted psychological “issue” that causes the crippling fear of the mere sound of ice crunching under the tires of my car, or heaven forbid crunching in the mouth of someone I’m having dinner with? Most likely, but I don’t know that I have any interest in figuring it out. I was never injured with or on ice, I have never had hypothermia, and I have never fallen into a frozen lake. Therefore, with all logical explanations aside I will just learn to live with it 🙂