holy cow. So I just manned up, forgot the drama and gave myself…oh wait I was just too much of a weeny to do it and so I enlisted K. It’s, of course, not the pain I mind because it is just a prick. I don’t like people, objects in my space. I once nearly fainted when a make-up counter lady put eyeliner on me. And my brother loves to tell the story of how and when he carried an unconscious girl out of crowded places. People in my space, when I can't see an escape, make me nervous. Enough to faint. Once, just as the lady was saying “whaddya have” at a famous hotlanta restaurant.
Things in my space flip me out. I really tried to do it on my own, but when I started getting tunnel vision, which happens about four minutes before I faint….I enlisted k.
I can’t watch is the thing. And to put a sharp object into yourself, well you need to watch. (I swear on my life I felt faint just writing that.) I am really going to try to get over this inexplicable and ridicilous fear. Next time. And if not the next. Really. I am.
Let’s hope that this positive ends in one. (FWIW I have a two percent belief that it will).
