I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Phobia
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Ceiling fans are creepy. Period. My phobia for ceiling fans is not new and all my life I have managed to spend less and less time sitting/standing/working under a ceiling fan. The personification of "Fate" has to be a sadist person. In my office, my cubicle is magically placed between two ceiling fans. Alright, one is really really close and the other is slightly off my cubicle. But still, its there. My office ceiling is not too high and the guy in neighboring cubicle on my right has a habit of running the fan at full speed. So is my other neighbor. Half the time I am looking up like a moron expecting the fan to fall on my head any second and the rest of the time I am shivering. Its crazy. I am also terrified of automobiles, but not much since I drive one. I drive really slowly mentally calculating all possible ways of getting into an accident. To overcome this, I started thinking about odd facts, weird facts and sometimes about the project that I am working on. Its strange how I can drive back to my house and when I park my vehicle, I realize that the whole journey back home was hazy. Most of the times I kind of wake up while driving and wonder when did I pass petrol bunk. Well, my vision is not much to be desired for, so I am basically blind as a bat during night. Solution for this is to either get home before its dark or take a bus. My option is the latter one. Auto phobia is not that common but I don't think that its weird. I know few people who are scared of automobiles. But ceiling phobia? Its beyond weird. Or so I am told.