I'm weird like that

Got a weird phobia?

We recently asked that on our facebook page. (You can find us at jim deb and kevin.)

Some comments included opening a can of biscuits, and driving over bridges with large bodies of water underneath. I myself have always been creeped out by restaurant booths, something I've shared on here several times. It is what it is. For no other reason than I don't want to sit among food crumbs that may have touched someone's lips and fallen out, not to mention the guh-ross stuffing that can often be seen protruding from the rips in the cushion. Nothing makes me more ill. I'd rather skip lunch or dinner than sit among it. Of course, when I was a young girl I didn't have a choice, so I carried my blanket in a purse and sat on top of it. Cringing with every bite.

Just shivered writing that, in fact.

Sounds weird, I know, but it hasn't prevented me as an adult from asking for a table, hopefully one with chairs that have no ratty-looking cushions. But, I'm not the only one. My co-host, Kev, isn't all too fond of people getting 'in his space,' as he calls it. He has an imaginary perimeter that can't be invaded, or he gets, well, let's just say he's slightly unnerved. Uptight. Nervous. Jittery. You get the idea.

My other co-host won't even consider being above ground more than five feet, making climbing a ladder or roller-coaster thrills nearly impossible. He thinks he's being risky to ride an escalator, though he somehow managed to climb in the basket of a hot air balloon once. Once being the most significant word of that sentence, because he's not itching to do it again.

Ever.

Surely, we can't be alone. What's that one thing you avoid?

We know you're out there.