Today I’m going to talk about 3 of my fears and how they became fears. I’m not going to get too deep and personal with these fears because I still want there to be some mystery left in this relationship!
Thunder and lightning.
↳ I never used to be afraid of thunder and lightning but then, you know, thanks to climate change, we started getting loads of them. I mean, the constant threat of us destroying the planet is scary as it is but that wasn’t what made me fear them to begin with. I like sleeping with the window open regardless if it’s boiling, freezing, pouring down with rain, or blowing gales. But one night, I was woken up by a loud of crack of thunder over the house, white and blue lightning flashing madly, and my curtains billowing like crazy, and my window creaking on its hinges. It doesn’t sound scary, but I thought I was dreaming because the scene looked so much like something out of a horror movie. Plus, I saw a documentary about a guy who phoned his friend on the landline during a thunderstorm and died because of it. I’m also scared of touching taps and anything electric or metal in a storm in case there’s too much electrical charge in them and it kills me.
↳ This one came about whilst I was at school. I studied the history of medicine and surgery as a GCSE; we learned about ancient medicine right up to modern medicine. During that time we learned that throughout history, doctors and surgeons believed that hospital conditions and surgery were as clean and safe as they could possibly be. And we think that now. Imagine how much safer and cleaner surgeries and hospitals might be in the future, how students might study our medicine and surgery a hundred years from now and think how horrifying it is that we thought surgery was as safe as can be. The whole idea gives me the heebie-jeebies!
↳ Okay, this one is completely and utterly irrational, ridiculous, and somewhat amusing. I’m very clumsy and so walking down hills often fills me with fear because a part of my brain believes that if I fall whilst walking down a hill, gravity will fail in some way. Either I will fall and won’t be able to get back up, I fall and keep falling forever, or I fall, and gravity switches off and I float away into space. It’s a weird fear, I know, and I can’t even begin to explain how this one came about.
Do you guys have any strange fears? Or fears that you think are completely rational? I’d love to hear about them!
Thank you for reading and I hope you join me tomorrow for Day 3!