Friday, July 12, 2013
There are many themed days on social media like throwback Thursday and wordless Wednesday, so I decided to do something different on my blog. Freaky Friday. I will talk about, and I hope you comment and add your thoughts, about things that freak me out. There are A LOT! I am either weird or just special like that. I don't know, but I can't help it so maybe talking about it will make them seem less "freaky." Well, probably not, but you can get a glimpse into my strange world.
The first of many things that freak me out is feet. I know that is weird, but they do. When I was a baby, I had to wear corrective shoes, well more like boots and braces, on my legs and feet. My legs were turning inwards and I had to wear them for a while to straighten them out. Every doctor I have ever seen about my back and spine problems tell me it is hereditary, my poor grandmother has a bad back, but I have to wonder if there is any connection with my problems as a baby and my back today. I had to sleep in these shoes and they scarred me just a bit. Not physically, but I had a thing for a long time where I wanted to sleep in my shoes. I guess it was kind of a security thing. Then, I wanted my tennis shoes as tight as my dad could tie them. If you didn't think I was strange enough, I bet you do now!
Maybe because of this childhood trauma (haha) I just do not like feet. I will admit, some people have cute feet, but I still don't want them touching me. Oh my gosh, some people just have gnarly feet that need to be covered and stay that way. If I am in line at the grocery store or somewhere like that and I see someone in flip flops that clearly needs those things covered I know I have an about to throw up look on my face and I just want to run. I swear, I think I have a panic attack if they are close to me.
I like to get pedicures, but holy cow if you really, really wanted to punish me, make me give one. I feel guilty the whole time I get one because all I can think is how I would hate to have to do that!
We have all these sweet kids and no they are not immune to my freakiness. I am okay and will touch them and even kiss them, but once they start walking on them I am done. I think my phobia is hereditary because my older son feels the same way.
I seriously am not drinking or anything writing this, I am that strange when it comes to feet!
What about you? Are you freaked out by them too? If you have a fetish I am not sure I can handle hearing about it. (Just kidding!) No, I am for real, but you can tell me anyway.
What in the Hell is this person thinking? I have too many pairs of nail clippers said this person......Never! All I can think about is germs and they freak me out too, but that is is a WHOLE other post!
WHAT????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just wrong on so many levels. Anyone looking at this with plantar fasciitis is probably cringing right now!
Why cousins shouldn't marry and have a family.
I will definitely have nightmares for a week!
Not bad, but I still don't want it touching me.
Ok, I can deal with this.....for a little while.