I am not talking about things I hate doing like cleaning that part of the toilet down by the floor with all the swirls and whirls (and what asshole man invented such a design?). I am talking about things that make me crazy to even contemplate. That I have to FORCE myself to do. Sometimes daily.
Here goes:
1. Checking my bank balance.
2. Taking my antidepressant and my supplements.
3. Making phone calls. This used to only extend to business-type calls or calls to make appointments but it is becoming more directed towards ALL calls I make.
4. Buying anything that costs more than a hundred dollars.
5. Opening mail from doctors' offices.
6. Returning calls to doctors' offices.
7. Giving the dogs their flea medication.
8. Paying bills.
9. Buying any cosmetics from those women in the white lab coats at the mall. This extends to buying perfume, as well.
10. Filling my gas tank.
11. Making airline reservations.
12. Breaking down in a car. On the highway. Far away from Mr. Moon. Fortunately, this almost never happens.
13. Driving in a rainstorm. I cannot do this. Especially on the interstate.
14. Driving at night. I'm night-blind. I swear. I shouldn't even be ALLOWED to drive at night.
15. Going to most parties.
16. Shopping at certain stores where I know I will run into someone I do not want to see.
17. Invariably running into those people and having to TALK to them.
18. Staying in Bed and Breakfast places where I am expected to talk to strangers in the morning and be gracious.
19. Eating that "free" breakfast food in motels. Something about those giant plastic dispensers of generic fruit loops makes me nauseous. Let's not even talk about the weak coffee or how you have to drink it out of styrofoam cups or how you have to wait to toast your freaking bagel behind some guy who is making toast for a family of eight. I want to go to the WAFFLE HOUSE. At least. Where there's bacon.
20. Going to any sort of medical appointment, including getting my teeth cleaned. (This one may be the worst.)
These are a few of my neurotic fear/hatreds.
You have any?
ohhhh i have so many..but i will tell none of them..not because i dont want to..but because i dont wanna take that joy away from jo tell about my horrors ...jo..i know you wanna speak out about it...so...ladies and gents..miss jo:
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It all comes down to his ultimate terror of personal cleanliness... it's easy to pretend he's fresh and coiffed in blogland, but the horrible truth is, he hasn't washed himself... in months... longer if we're talking about (horrified whisper) private areas...
ReplyDeletePoor Danielle...
So many! But fewer now than I had. Luckily.
ReplyDeleteMost of them are cleanliness-related. Not that I clean so much. I just hate sick people, or animals, or other people that aren't good friends or family.
I have to conquer it, though. Because the kids have to play in the park, and I have to go places and talk to people. And like I said, I'm getting much better.
Anxiety sucks. But it's possible to conquer almost all of it, I'm sure.
Haha, I sure hope that's not true, Danielle.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, I don't mind making phone calls to business like you do, Ms. Mama Moon, but to some of my friends, it's sometimes really hard to do. But when I actually do make the call, it's just fine. But phone calls certainly make me anxious too. And always calling Daddy to tell him that he has to pay another of my bills or rent.
Alright, no. The truth is, Danielle is so clean he's afraid of soap because it's bacteria laden.
ReplyDeleteAnd public transport because it's riddled with humanity.
And kitchen utensils that mix wood/plastic/metal.
And feet - although, that's fair enough, feet can be alarming.
And short people. Which basically means most everyone, as everyone bar Mr M is short next to him.
And so much more... the man can barely go outside...
Oh dear. I have to go to rehearsal but I will return to this conversation as soon as I can.
ReplyDeletePoor Danielle!
I'm the same about anything money related.
ReplyDeleteThe hairdresser.
Basically anything I have to DO I put off til it's really a problem and then I don't want to do it even more and I stress about it.
Anything to do with chemicals, cleaning, eating, washing, injecting into my children, I fear and avoid them.
Talking to my father. Sweats and panic.
I used to be bad about driving new places, but I'm getting better. I even drove in the States!
Cleaning. I need some of you obsessive compulsive cleaners round here straightening fringe and washing out my fridge.
I think I have every single one of those. And more.
ReplyDeleteI'm a new reader, so first, Hello! and thank you. Your blog is a very satisfying addition to my day. Verrrrry satisfying.
ReplyDeleteI hate mopping. I refuse to mop. I pay my 15 yo son $20.00 to mop. I think it's because when I was doing chores as a child, the only kid of mop available was the kind with the dirty stringy head, which you had to rinse out frequently. UGH!
I hate hand-washing garments. Not only do you have to figure out a way to wring them out without "wringing or twisting", but then you have to find a way and a place to "lay flat to dry." Who has that kind of room and that kind of place? And that kind of time? If you can't throw a garment in the washer, I don't want it.
I hate helping with homework. I do it, but I hate even the contemplation of doing it.
So there.
Mmmmm, Ms. Moon. A very satisfying list. Yes, most satisfying. Thank you, it goes with this rainy rainy rainy day. xooxox
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon, I love lists! Of any kind really, but these are my favorite.
ReplyDeleteI hate shaking hands, because well you never know where they've been. I also hate it when people clear their throat and then proceed to swallow all that phlegm back.
I loathe filling my gas tank too! I don't know why. I just hate getting out of my car, swiping my card, having to deal with 'see attendant' flashing on the screen if the zipcode doesn't match, having to go inside, waiting in line behind someone collecting $5.00 from their lotto ticket (this always takes forever!). I just hate it! Hahaha.
ReplyDeleteDanielle- Really? Poor boy. But I understand. If left to my own devices, I would stay in my own house and yard and never answer the phone. But I am not worried about dirt. Lord, no. I'd die if I had that fear.
ReplyDeleteMwa- Really? Anxiety can be cured? I am hoping for the day.
Mine just gets worse.
HoneyLuna- I understand the call to Daddy thing. He can be tough when you need money. He doesn't mean to be. He can't help it.
Jo- I am TERRIBLE at driving in new places. Just awful. And talking to my mother.
Elizabeth- Oh. I have more, too.
E.- I used to hate helping with homework too. I don't know why. I do not mind mopping. Thank-you so much for coming by and please come again.
Swallowtail- I hope the rain clears out for you soon.
Angie M.- Handshaking doesn't bother me. But what should one do with that phlegm? Spit it out? It's a problem.
Melissa- I know!
I hate/can't drive on highways.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't wish this on anyone.
I hate the phone. Emails are my BFF.
I don't like shopping. At all. Unless it's a bookstore, or plant nursery.
gee, I sound neurotic.
I hate that.
-scooping my cats poo from the litter box
ReplyDelete-pulling the hair out of the drain, and actually touching any hair that isnt my own that isnt attached to a head... but especially tub hair
-taking out the trash down three flights of stairs and all the way across the parking lot
-pretending to focus on what clients are saying to me, when i am really focusing on how to avoid them spitting on me as they talk, or avoiding the stench of alcohol on their breath, or keeping tabs on everything they have touched after they sneeze into their hand so i can sanitize it after they leave my office
-avoid text messaging and facebooking and especially difficult: blogging while im at work cuz ive gotten in trouble for it previously
-letting my cat cuddle with me and sleep on top of me while i sleep at night when really i just want my space, but i love her so much!
ok thats all i can think of currently. im with ya on driving in the rain! i cannot do that! especially in the rain at night... thats the worst!
Too many to list. Mostly I stay triggered. That's what the EEG lady told me.
ReplyDeleteNice, huh?!
Peace,
pf
Oh, dear, Ms. Moon: ALL those, in EXACTLY that order. Except that I also hate getting the mail. It's related to the ones already on your list, so I think you've got it.
ReplyDeleteLove, love.
Angie at Eat Here
I nodded my head in complete agreement to everything on your list except for #7 and that's only because I don't have a dog. Here are a few more things that I detest
ReplyDelete-opening the mail if it's from a Dr's office, credit card or utility company
-checking my bank account balance
-mingling at Chamber of Commerce dinners..actually mingling and small talk in general
-unloading the dishwasher and finding that only 75% of the dishes are clean
-children whining outside the door while you're trying to go poo
-hearing someone quote Fox News as a legitimate source of information
-stuffing myself into jeans that fit just right before Christmas
-dark circles under my eyes
-leaving a warm, cozy bed just to take off my contacts
Ok, here goes:
ReplyDelete1. Going into shopping malls.
2. Doing my tax.
3. Being anywhere near snakes.
4. Being in the heat away from the beach.
5. Walking down a crowded street.
6. Being in new cars.
7. Making conversation with people I don't know.
8. Making conversation with people I do know.
9. Putting up with the smell of other people's cooking.
10. Having to listen to really commercial music.
And a cheeky supplementary:
11. Putting up with literary/writing conferences when the presenters go up their own bums.
Ok, I wasn't quite serious about Danielle not being able to leave the house.
ReplyDeleteThough god knows, it might actually be true... there's people out there...
Talking on the phone and listening to motherfuckers' damn personalized ring tones and conversations on a damn cell phone. I also hate seeing a beautiful view interrupted by a cell phone tower. I would like to KILL whoever invented the mobile phone.
ReplyDeleteI also hate waiting in any kind of line.
Love you.
Lots of things on your list are also on mine, such as the phone call thing and taking my vitamin. Here are more of mine:
ReplyDelete-Going to the post office to mail a package.
-Getting my son dressed for school on time.
-cleaning out my car.
I am like you---I hate using the phone, period. I hate making travel plans. I really hate anything regarding my own health.
ReplyDeleteDeb- Well, I'll make room for you on the neurotic bench.
ReplyDeleteTanya- Yours make a lot of sense in the logical sense of the word.
Ms. Fleur- What is triggered?
Angie C- I don't mind getting the mail because I get magazines which I love.
Cristal- Very similar.
Nigel- Number 11 is why I do not go to those things anymore. Well, that and my fear of leaving my house and talking to strangers and oh yes, finding parking which is also anxiety-producing for me. Sigh.
Jo- Which is why I don't like to do it either.
Ms. Bastard- Suck-things indeed although sometimes I like waiting in line at the grocery because I read the Enquirer while I wait.
Lora- I am so with you on the package thing. What's that about do you suppose?
Nancy C- Why are we so nuts?
Taking my car to be serviced. Do I have "I'm A Woman - Rip Me Off" written on my forehead? Does my t-shirt say "The 2 Objects You're Staring At Give You The Right To Charge Me Double What A Man Would Pay?"
ReplyDeleteAfter being poked and prodded through four pregnancies I hate hate hate going anywhere near a doctor or dentists office. Elijah and Maxine had check ups today and got shots and the whole nine yards. The nurse ended up giving me a hug cause I was crying along with them.
ReplyDeleteNice nurse though.