Skel1ingt0n
I can't *believe* these lazy developers keep making file sizes so damn large. Btw, how does technology work?
Here's the deal: I'm a 25 year old, 6'2" 240 pound guy. I don't have really any fears - not heights or flying or swimming or public speaking or darkness or snakes or anything. But bugs - bugs legitimately *scare* me.
Crawling bugs are the worse. Spiders, big and small. Especially things like water bugs, silver bugs, crickets, grasshoppers... .... and the worse of all, roaches.
I've always been deathly afraid. When one happens to scurry past me, or I casually glance and see a quarter-sized spider in my peripheral vision, I JUMP away, often curse, and my hear rate pounds for minutes. I carefully smash with a shoe more times than I can count, and go outside to scrape it off or use a roll of TP to grab it and flush it.
But most my time growing up, it hasn't been a huge problem. I lived in a newer-ish house that was always kept very clean, and we lived in suburbia. Outside the occasional small spider or a couple ants, there wasn't much there.
But now I live in an apartment complex. It's pretty new. Pretty nice. I keep it clean - no food left out and I vacuum and sanitize regularly. But I'm on the first floor, and I back up to the woods. At least a couple times a week, I encounter a bug. I'll sweep and a small little thing will flip by and it scares the living shit out of me. I just took out the trash, and I saw a dead spider behind my trash can and it took me a minute to work up my courage to grab the trash bag.
But the biggest thing that makes me realize I can't go on like this is the fact that my GF's laundry is in the basement. And when it rains, she gets some crickets in the basement. The other day, two of them blocked my path to the iron, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't work up the courage to walk past them. I froze. I knew I would look and sound like an idiot. I knew my GF would make fun (she doesn't mind bugs at all). But I couldn't do it. I just... couldn't. My mind and body wouldn't let me. And I had to ask her to go down and iron for me. It's stupid. I KNOW it's irrational. They can't hurt me. They're literally the size of a couple nickels. But they can hop! They could TOUCH me! The though of it jumping on me gets me worked up even now. I know it's a stupid, irrational fear. But that's the thing... it's a fear nonetheless. And it drives me crazy
... So what can I do to change this? This fear has been engrained in my DNA for 25 years. I don't know what to do. But it's stupid. *IS* there even anything I can do?
Crawling bugs are the worse. Spiders, big and small. Especially things like water bugs, silver bugs, crickets, grasshoppers... .... and the worse of all, roaches.
I've always been deathly afraid. When one happens to scurry past me, or I casually glance and see a quarter-sized spider in my peripheral vision, I JUMP away, often curse, and my hear rate pounds for minutes. I carefully smash with a shoe more times than I can count, and go outside to scrape it off or use a roll of TP to grab it and flush it.
But most my time growing up, it hasn't been a huge problem. I lived in a newer-ish house that was always kept very clean, and we lived in suburbia. Outside the occasional small spider or a couple ants, there wasn't much there.
But now I live in an apartment complex. It's pretty new. Pretty nice. I keep it clean - no food left out and I vacuum and sanitize regularly. But I'm on the first floor, and I back up to the woods. At least a couple times a week, I encounter a bug. I'll sweep and a small little thing will flip by and it scares the living shit out of me. I just took out the trash, and I saw a dead spider behind my trash can and it took me a minute to work up my courage to grab the trash bag.
But the biggest thing that makes me realize I can't go on like this is the fact that my GF's laundry is in the basement. And when it rains, she gets some crickets in the basement. The other day, two of them blocked my path to the iron, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't work up the courage to walk past them. I froze. I knew I would look and sound like an idiot. I knew my GF would make fun (she doesn't mind bugs at all). But I couldn't do it. I just... couldn't. My mind and body wouldn't let me. And I had to ask her to go down and iron for me. It's stupid. I KNOW it's irrational. They can't hurt me. They're literally the size of a couple nickels. But they can hop! They could TOUCH me! The though of it jumping on me gets me worked up even now. I know it's a stupid, irrational fear. But that's the thing... it's a fear nonetheless. And it drives me crazy
... So what can I do to change this? This fear has been engrained in my DNA for 25 years. I don't know what to do. But it's stupid. *IS* there even anything I can do?
