I have many fears. I'm scared of dogs, birds and heights. I'm scared of being buried alive, dying along and of drowning. But, my biggest fear is of meat.
Yes, do all the laughing you wish, but I have an incredible fear or meat. Its weird, and horrible and I hate myself for it everyday. It makes me a freak. Or more of a freak.
I joke about it, and laugh and put off to other people that I'm fine with it, but I'm not.
Let me take you back to a couple of nights ago, when my Mother took me out to dinner. We were laughing and talking, I ordered the usual meal of Thai green, which comes with chicken that my Mum eats while I eat the sauce. But something was different. The chick was cut smaller- and I could separate the sauce from the chicken as easily. After 15 minutes I was able to get the sauce out of the chicken and onto my rice.
And I know, 15 minutes, just to get my meal ready. Its weird, but I'm used to it.
I thought it was fine, until I found a strand of chicken, or whatever you call it, in the rice. I had a full panic attack. I couldn't show it though, because My Mum doesn't understand my fear, and thinks its too weird for words.
I had a panic attack over meat. MEAT!? I feel like I'm going completely insane. Am I? I don't understand this thing, or like it at all.
Do you know how much I just want a fucking meat pie? A Chicken Nugget? A BURGER?
I just want this weird thing to be over, because I feel like I'm going insane.
Anyway, sorry its been a while. exams and all. and panic attacks.
CHOW FOR NOW.
