A story about my friend’s 12-year old daughter’s reaction to immunizations prompted me to think about my fear of shots and other fears. Let’s discuss shall we:
- I am petrified of shots and have done a fair job of dodging them with the exception of the following: (1) the times I got dental work done and the nurse had to hold my hand while the doctor administered local anesthesia and (2) when I got two shots of adrenaline (not 1 but 2) due to my chronic hives in which I cried and called my mom. Husband was in the corner laughing.
- I also have a fear of flying and no matter how many times I do it, I still freak out. But I have found a few ways to deal with it 🍷🍷🍷Read: The Scary Cat’s Guide to Flying
- Then there is my fear of heights (which is why I’m scared to fly) but since I’ve been married, Husband has had me in mountains in Tennessee, the top of the Space Needle, and peer pressured me to walk up and go down a 3-story slide at our local state fair. But, guess what? I’m still scared of heights.
- If you can’t tell by the introverted tone in some of my blog posts, people also scare me and outside of my academic and creative environments, I would prefer if people would give me 50 feet. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. Most importantly, I don’t want to be your friend. Take a stroll down memory lane and read The Introvert’s Guide to the Workplace and The Introvert’s Guide to Social Affairs
- Yeah, about the touching thing. It’s hard to avoid here in the south, Deep South. No one wants to greet by blinking, hand shake at a maximum. Everyone wants to hug and kiss but I rely on the one-arm hug like a mutha.
So, basically what I’m saying is facing your fear will accomplish absolutely nothing. Trust me. Life is too short, go out into the world and live in fear my children!