A while back I posted a few of my irrational fears. metal awnings...emery boards...cuttle bones...I am shuddering just thinking about them. They still make me cringe and want to roll up into a tight little wad in a corner somewhere. As bad as these things are, I have come to realize that I have another fear that presents itself several times a week...tweezers.
Ok, more specifically tweezers on the bathroom floor.
Yes, I know it is silly, but for some reason there always seems to be a pair of tweezers on the floor of my bathroom...and for some reason I KNOW that I am going to step on them, impaling them bone-deep into the end of my big toe. Every single time I see a pair of tweezers on the floor they mock me. I immediately visualize the shiny metal jutting out of my flesh, the searing pain in my foot, and the gushing blood. It has never happened before to me or anyone I know, but I am sure that one day when I have let my guard down it will.