Re: What are you afraid of?
Reply #84 - November 25, 2012, 02:10 AM
The most draining phobia I can think of right now, is the unimaginable fear and panic I feel when I see a bearded man in a wedding dress (or khamis or whatever they call it) and a medieval book in his right hand, crossing the street and coming straight towards me.
The sight of me panicking and forcing my hands inside my pockets, reaching for a mobile phone or whatever I could use to get myself out of the situation must be hysterical.
It all started one night, when I was so drunk and so immersed in layers of alcohol stench that the universe of course had to come up with some useless fuckery and it goes without saying, that me and two other friends had to meet these idiots coming from the night prayers. They started preaching, on and off, sometimes paused by their freakish sense of humour and other times by their typical barking about conspiracy theories. Now the scary bit is, one of these men used to be my madrassah-teacher when I was younger and knew my family very well.
Try to think of the panic and the fear. I couldn't talk coherently, nor could I balance my body properly either. I was that drunk. One of these idiots, of course got a sniff of it and started cursing and us. We wriggled our way out of it, eventually. I woke up the next day, in my friends apartment, picked up my phone and was met with 30 or so, lost calls from my mum. It goes without saying, that the information flow from these bearded motherfuckers was smooth and silky. I didn't have a pleasant sunday when I came home and till this day I insisted that these sheikhs made up these "lies".
I could meet Ted Bundy, a fucking Hippopotamus, but nothing could fuck me up more than these guys passing by. I have now blocks and streets I no longer pass by, I have a fucking outlined map in my mind, a no go-area.
Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.