When I first saw that I had been ‘tagged’ in a ‘What are You afraid of?’ post by http://slummytoyummymummy.wordpress.com
who was wanting to know more about me, my first reaction was that I wasn’t afraid of anything, really.
I’m not bothered about the dark, in fact I LIKE sleeping in the dark as it means I get better sleep.
If there’s a spider about (providing it’s not the size of my head) then I’ll simply wrap it up in tissue paper and deposit it outside the back door.
As for injections/shots? Nah, just stick it in and get it over with, I’m not bothered.
So this took some thinking.
What AM I afraid of?
In no particular order I came up with this:
– Getting lost. As pathetically stupid as that sounds when you’re a 30 something year old, I’m still reluctant to travel anywhere completely new by myself, as I won’t know where I am or where I’m going. I need a grown up with me, goddamit. I’m still only 5 inside.
– Getting old. I don’t want to think about it! My eldest is nearly 9. He’ll be starting high school in a couple of years. (Sticks fingers in ears and hums loudly, “la, la la can’t hear you…”) I’m in denial.
I’m not old. Just because I only have to look at that biscuit to put 3 stone on, or not have a bleedin’ clue what’s number 1 nowadays, or that my legs would look ridiculous in a teeny tiny short skirt, doesn’t mean I’m old. Okay?
I think that’s about it. I can’t think of anymore. So if anyone asks, I’m not scared of anything, really……