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Thunder and Lightning

This is going to be a short post, because we’ve been having some severe storms and I’m going to crawl into my bed in a few minutes and pull the covers over my head.

Yup.  I’m afraid of thunderstorms.  Little ones don’t bother me, but the big ones?  You know, the kind that rattle windows? They scare me to death.  To death.  A few years ago, there was a bad storm when I was at work.  I was so obviously nervous the first grade class I was teaching that period started to sing so I wouldn’t be scared.  Not kidding. I’m pathetic.

Some of you are laughing.  I can hear you.  However, I can’t help this–I’ve been like this since I was a little girl; the noise sets me off.  It just does.  Hurricanes, Nor’easters, Blizzards are no problem. Bring those high winds, rain and white-out conditions.  Bad thunder?  Look for me under the dining room table.

The thing is, I have to deal with it, so when I can’t put my husband in a death grip, or hide, I’ve found other ways to cope. My coping mechanism usually includes headphones, loud music, a book and chocolate.  It works for me. That’s what we have to do when we’re scared of something…cope or let it consume us.

Whenever I let someone read something I’ve written, I feel fear.  The idea that I’ve left myself vulnerable, that I’ll be judged, that what I’ve written is truly horrible, is terrifying. But like the thunder, I have to deal with that or the fear will keep me from reaching my goals.

So, tell me–what are you afraid of and how do you deal with it? What have your fears taught you about yourself?  When it came to my writing, I discovered the fear of failing because I never tried, was scarier than anything.

Even thunder.

 

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    26 Responses to Thunder and Lightning

    1. markrhunter says:

      You’re not going to read my novel, “Storm Chaser”, are you? Just a feeling. 🙂

    2. Michele Shaw says:

      Oh, letting people read my writing is definitely my biggest fear. It has been the challenge of a lifetime to overcome, but I’m doing it…slowly. I do fear failure, making choices that are so wrong for me, making huge mistakes, somehow screwing up my kids lives, you know, nothing big! LOL Storms, tight spaces, heights, nah, none of that stuff worries me much. I’ve always lived in Tornado Alley so I guess the storms have been a way of life.

    3. Patty Blount says:

      First, to Mark – hahaha!
      Second, I’m afraid of gas. Not flatulence gas – though that could be a whole blog post on its own.

      I mean gas gas – the kind that, you know, explodes in a big fire ball of singed eyebrows and blistered skin if you look at it cross-eyed.

      I’m a big chicken when it comes to cooking on a gas grill. For years, I wouldn’t go outside if it was on. Lately, I’ve managed to muster enough courage to actually flip a burger or two on it but WILL. NOT. START. IT.

      Sadly, guests to my house are frequently asked to manage the grill for me. That, and make coffee. Oh, not because I’m afraid of coffee – I just don’t know how to make it because I don’t drink it.

      Yeah, I’ll stop now before your readers start recommending therapists.

      • Jeannie says:

        Okay, returning the laugh. You’re afraid of the grill? I’m only afraid if there are flames. I don’t like fire.

        Coffee is easy. Get a Keurig. 🙂

    4. Debora Dale says:

      You’re just like my cats, Jeannie! Only they skip the book and chocolate, and simply scamper under the bed until the thunder stops. 🙂

      My fears could fill volumes but I’ll zero in on one: multi-legged critters that… I’m even afraid of the word… “scurry”. Holy cow! Silverfish, spiders, centipedes. They’re a thousand times smaller than I am, and yet once they start moving, I’m all but out for the count.

      When my daughter was about 4, I found a silverfish in a kitchen drawer. I thought it was dead. It wasn’t. It was just taunting me, prepping itself for a good laugh. I wadded up a paper towel, thinking to grab and toss the little bugger, but as I reached for it, it… SCURRIED away. Well. I’ll bet my screaming put some cracks in the sound barrier. And what did my little one do? Laugh. Aloud. For a long time. She seems to do that a lot around me. :-/

    5. Lynne says:

      Definitely letting other people read my work — but I also hyperventilate in high places, and have recently developed a terrible fear of driving over bridges. Or driving in fog. On the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Luckily this is not something I have to do on a regular basis.

      On the other hand, I love thunderstorms and hurricanes and blizzards. Nothing like a good power outage to get me to slow down and have some hot cocoa or light candles everywhere. The whole family — okay, except the dog — makes this sort of weather an adventure.

    6. abby says:

      fears: thunderstorms, putting my writing out there, scary movies.

      overcoming them: it’s an ongoing process, but facing them head on is usually what happens…

    7. I’m afraid of lakes and ponds where I can’t see the bottom. As a kid, I learned to swim in Lake Champlain. Despite being a competent swimmer by my teen years, I almost drowned during a water life-saving course (ironic, huh). Ever since, I only wade in the ocean or swim in my backyard pool.

      I’m trying to overcome this aversion by kayaking on lakes with my husband. We’re also planning to go deep-sea fishing in KW in October. I don’t know if this counts, but at least I’ll be “on the water.”

    8. Donna Coe-Velleman says:

      My fears? Ah, you named a couple: letting someone read my work and failure. Speaking in front of a group of people. I’m ok talking to a bunch of trees or dogs or something but people – noooo. (As you might have noticed at the last two LIRW luncheons) I used to be afraid of the dark if outside. Now it only rears its head if I’m in an unfamiliar place. So somehow I got over it to a point.

      Sorry, I like thunder storms with all its noise and light shows.

    9. Tuere Morton says:

      That’s funny, I’ve recently been coming to terms with my fear of the unknown (I know. Original, right?). Seriously, not having that control of what happens next. Kinda flying by the seat of my pants, etc. However, I’m finding that when I just let ago and enjoy the ride, I’m seldom disappointed. It’s probably one of those older and wiser things but as I get older, I’m learning to not take life so seriously 🙂

      • Jeannie says:

        I’m a total control freak and I like knowing what’s going to happen. If I have to go to a new place, I memorize directions . You have a kindred spirit in me.

    10. Julie says:

      flying, down escalators, and swimming with the fishies…..not necessarily in that order

    11. I’m afraid of dentists. Gut-clenching, nauseating fear, just from seeing the word on a placard outside the office. Other sorts of medical stuff — shots, eye doctors, blood draws, even surgery — doesn’t scare me. Dentists make me want to curl up into a fetal position and whimper.

      And I know why, too. My dentist as a kid studied at the Josef Mengele School of Dentistry. When I was nine, I had a minor cavity, and he was drilling it, and hadn’t put in enough novocaine. So I’m trying to be a brave kid, but I couldn’t help twitching a little. Does he say, “Oh, let me give you some more novocaine, this isn’t supposed to hurt!’?

      No. What he says, and this is a direct quote: “Stop that jerkin’ around, kid, or this drill is going to go right through your face!”

      My childhood dentist is one of the only people about whom I can truly say: I hope he’s in hell now. He deserves it.

    12. K.D. McCrite says:

      Mice terrify me. Itty bitty things, with their beady eyes, hairless tails, long toenails . . . I have chills just thinking about them. Plus they poop on everything. I don’t like anything that comes into my house, nibbles my bread, then poops in the silverware drawer.

      They are nasty, they scare the bejeebers out of me, and I hate them.

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