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Ellie: I had a slice of ham in my hand. I was going to drop it, so I slapped it hard. It attached itself to the wall
Also. Not making fun of your phobia or anything (I know how bad it can be), but, fear of empty spaces? That's understandable, but me, I actually enjoy them quite a lot. The more empty a room is, the better I'll feel.
You can't have gradual exposure for death. Or, well, maybe you can. That's called living.
It may be contributing to my germophobic behavior, but that might just be the OCD taking over (something else in my life that seems to be getting worse by the minute).I'm some kind of neurotic mess.
I was hit by a car once. Or rather, I ran into a speeding car while riding my bicycle. I came out of it unharmed (though not the same can be said for the bike), but it freaked me out immensely. The two seconds between seeing the car and hitting it felt like an eternity, which I spent regretting how short my life was. It didn't really do any good to my fear of dying. If anything, it made it worse, and left me afraid of cars. (seriously).But thankfully I survived. Got up, picked up my broken bike, thanked math and probability for keeping me alive, and moved on.
You look like my grandmother.edit: when she was young. You don't look like you're 80.
Last night I had a dream that Zerlina and I were pirates. It was... beautiful.
I got bit by jellyfish and crabs when we lived in Italy. Still went in the water every day.