There are few things in life that absolutely terrify me.
Those things are as follows:
Being Chased by Bees
I feel for Winnie. I would not want to be him.
Seriously, those things terrify me. Sure, the dark is scary. Alleys are scary. The boogie man is scary. But for some reason, those things don’t terrify me. I’m not a “fan” of scary movies, I prefer the suspense, it’s the gory stuff I can’t take. But I digress. And in the next few days I have to conquer, like, three of them.
Tomorrow I am going to the dentist. It will be the first time in a long time. I don’t even want to say how long. Now, don’t get grossed out, I have a thing about dental hygiene. Because of my fear of the dentist, I avoid going. I do that by brushing multiple times a day and flossing like it’s my job. I have floss on my person almost at all times. But for real, I am so scared. I had a couple bad experiences at the dentist when I was younger and I was scarred for life. But come on, I’m an adult. I know I need to go to the dentist, so I made an appointment. I am going. MAN UP, BUCKLEY. (I’m saying that to myself right now…)
Before I go to Kenya, I have to get shots. A lot of shots. With needles. I knew that when I signed up to go to Kenya that I would have to do this, but I didn’t realize how many. Oh well, I can do it. The people that I will be serving in Kenya do MUCH more difficult things on a day-to-day basis than get a couple measly shots. In fact, the Kenyans would be blessed to have the type of access to medicine that we are so blessed to have. So guess what I’m doing? I’m manning up and getting my shots and I’m not even going to complain. Or wince. Okay, I might wince. A little bit. I also might bring someone to hold my hand. Don’t judge me.
The bees are out. I thought cell phones were killing them off, or something? No, no, no. I don’t want the bees to die. I just don’t want them near me. I’m allergic. And their stingers feel like needles. Which goes back to one of my aforementioned fears. But no joke, I have seen so many bees today. Terrifying.
I don’t plan on playing tag or putting myself in a precarious position to run from someone any time soon, so I shouldn’t have to worry about being chased. I was a horrible kid – like, I never wanted to play tag. Of any sort. Unless I was always it. Can’t do it.
Oh, and one time, I was chased by a bee, in Chipotle. Chipotle is supposed to be my happy place. And there was a bee in there. And it chased me. It could smell my fear. It was like my worst nightmare coming to fruition.
Anyway, I am proud of myself. Because I feel like I am really conquering some of my fears. I know some of this may sound trite, but whatever, they’re not your fears.
Speaking of, what are YOUR fears and what have you done to conquer them?