Waterbeds Scare Me

I admit, I'm terrified of some pretty stupid stuff. I am starting to calm down around sliding doors, but I also think they are luring me into complacency before I get slammed in one again. I am terrified of garbage disposals, but you would be too if your mother had told you that your older brother had been eaten by the garbage disposal. I also still cringe near most birds as well, but I know our war had not ended.

Waterbeds may be one of the weirdest fears though. I think part of it is that I am a terrible swimmer. So, I fear drowning, even in waterbeds. I cling to the edge. I had one as a child, and I would spend every night curled up on the dark rounded cushion edge instead of spread out on the bed. When I stray from the edge, I feel lost at sea. I wonder when the waves will stop. Speaking of which, I also dislike the way I feel like Godzilla when I am in one. My slightest turn creates a tidal wave.

So there you go. I admit it. I'm mildly frightened of automatic sliding doors, rottweilers, garbage disposals, carnies, birds, movies with eye surgeries shown, zombies, movies made by anyone with the name of Zombie, and waterbeds. I don't care too much for elevators either.