I’m actually not that fond of cursing. I do it, but I’m trying to get out of the habit. It just sounds really weird to me anymore…
Other people can curse, though. I honestly don’t care. Just to me, personally, it sounds awkward or something…I’m not sure how to explain it. But I’m trying to stop cursing, even the little that I do (I used to be a bit worse).
lol so I haven’t done one of these 100 fact thingies in a while. Sooooo, since mi amiga Cee just discovered this yesterday.
I tell everyone my tattoo on my foot is of “my favorite lyrics.”
What they don’t know…well, until they read this…is that it’s actually my favorite lyrics from TOP’s song Of All Days. Yes, a KPop song, for all you non-kpoppers reading this :3
I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis when I was born. It’s a pre-existing medical condition, so insurance companies aren’t very fond of me…lol. It’s found in my legs, mostly, and there is a little in my hands and wrists. The basic places you’ll find arthritis. My index fingers are both twisted at an inward angle, my left worse than my right; and my legs tend to give out a lot. Of course, it’s come to the point where I just force myself to walk despite that moment when one of my legs gives out.
Let’s just get this first fact(s) out of the way.
I am deathly afraid of spiders. Arachnophobic, I think is what they like to call it. I literally will run to the other side of the room if I see a spider, or find some way to relocate myself from the general area. If I am stuck in the bathroom with a spider, or trapped in a corner because one is crawling across the floor (this has happened before), I scream for my brother to come save me and kill it. Seeing pictures of them or seeing them on TV usually causes a huge shiver to run through my body (convulsion? might be another word for it). Tonight, actually, I saw a spider on TV, screeched, and changed the channel as quickly as I could. I’ve also cried…tends to only happen when they’re physically on me, though.
I’m apparently also allergic to spider bites, now, too. The doctors claim it wasn’t a spider bite, but majority of the people I’ve spoken to who have seen the bites I received this past weekend think it is a spider bite. So, apparently spiders share a mutual dislike for me. And I’m allergic to them.
Despite this, I can honestly say there has only been one spider in my life I have ever found the slightest bit pleasing: Madam Octa, from the books/movie Cirque Du Freak/The Vampire’s Assistant. I still sort of shied away from the movie screen…but she was colorful…and bouncy. It was entertaining. Oh, and Spiderman is pretty cool…but he’s a man.
I’m also afraid of heights that I’m not in control of. If I’m looking over the edge of the Grand Canyon, I’m okay. I won’t wander super close to the edge, but at least my feet are on a flat surface. I dislike roller coasters because of the height factor, though I still go on them, and I absolutely loathe ferris wheels. I cried the first time I went on one, and vowed to never go on one again. I’m also sort of scared of driving next to big eighteen wheeler trucks. I had a family member who was driving next to one once, and the truck didn’t see her car and switched lanes. She ended up being rammed off the road, and the truck tipped over and collapsed onto her car and smashed her to death. Just that thought scares me, because truck drivers think they’re the king of the roads and are pretty scary drivers.