#skurred

*based off of this post* 

So 2 of the 3 phobias have stories that are a mix of funny & ....triggering, so we’ll see how this plays out. i’m not adding pictures to this storytime because why would i?

Quick fun fact; it’s interesting that i’m irrationally afraid of the ocean, but my brother is irrationally afraid of being in the air. even more interesting is that my brother has taken boating lessons, but i’ve been learning how to fly planes.

Fear of Clowns

Until i was...8 give or take, i didn’t mind the circus (mostly cause i only went to the Universoul Circus vs Ringling Bros. ), but shit changed when i moved from Chicago to Kenosha.

my neighbor had a birthday party at a McD Playplace, and i was invited to go. Went, realized i knew no one there, and decided to do my own thing and play Mario tennis on the N64 rig they had. Now at this time Ronald comes out and everyone else is geeking, and i’m gaming.

apparently, Ronald was repeatedly trying to get my attention, and in frustration, pushed me off the rig, and screamed “PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”

so i freaked out (understandable), and bolted for the ball pit, thinking it would be safe.

nah.

this nigga chased my ass into the ball pit.

when we got home, my dad left on Spike TV. You know what was playing? IT

so now, i can’t fuck with clowns in any way shape or form, because it’ll trigger me, and there’s a 95% chance i’ll fight one if it even comes near me. 

Fear of Needles

I never liked needles, period, but two events in 8th grade kinda took it overboard.

in the fall semester, i saw the doctor for a physical i needed to clear before playing football for school. so i go, and the nurse fucks up the shot....twice on my left arm. a few days later, i got sick, and my left bicep was fully infected, and was completely swollen. 

in the spring, my mom wanted me to get my blood tested because i was a fat little kid. so i brought a stress ball for comfort.

the needle broke as it was drawing blood, and it was now spilling over onto my arm.