2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
1. Earwigs
I HATE earwigs. They almost make me cry when I see them. I believe this come from a time when I was probably 8 or 9. It was just after Christmas, and I had gotten a cute little jewelry box. I left the lid slightly ajar throughout the day, then I went back to my room to look for a necklace or something. When I opened the box, there was a huge earwig sitting in the middle of my jewelry box opening and closing its little pinser things.
2. Singing in front of people
I did choir for years. I always loved it, and I've always loved music. I sing to myself constantly, but I can't stand the idea of singing for someone. I get really quiet, so even if they are right next to me, they can barely hear me. I just can't stand the idea of someone thinking I'm not a good singer I guess.
3. Stairs
This is a very valid fear. I have a very long history of falling up the stairs. I have sprained and twisted my ankles on stairs more times than I can tell you. I'm just sure they are out to get me. Next time, I'm sure I'll break an ankle or something, and not be able to get to my apartment without Matt.
1. Earwigs
I HATE earwigs. They almost make me cry when I see them. I believe this come from a time when I was probably 8 or 9. It was just after Christmas, and I had gotten a cute little jewelry box. I left the lid slightly ajar throughout the day, then I went back to my room to look for a necklace or something. When I opened the box, there was a huge earwig sitting in the middle of my jewelry box opening and closing its little pinser things.
2. Singing in front of people
I did choir for years. I always loved it, and I've always loved music. I sing to myself constantly, but I can't stand the idea of singing for someone. I get really quiet, so even if they are right next to me, they can barely hear me. I just can't stand the idea of someone thinking I'm not a good singer I guess.
3. Stairs
This is a very valid fear. I have a very long history of falling up the stairs. I have sprained and twisted my ankles on stairs more times than I can tell you. I'm just sure they are out to get me. Next time, I'm sure I'll break an ankle or something, and not be able to get to my apartment without Matt.










