Past life regression fascinates me in an I don’t know much about it, but it sounds wicked cool kind of way. One thing I’ve heard a few times is that if you have an overwhelming, yet irrational, fear of something for which there’s no logical explanation, it probably stems from something that happened in a past life.
If that’s the case I’ve been on this reincarnation merry-go-round a very long time because I’ve got a bucketload of stupid fears that make very little sense and, more often than not, make me look like an ass.
Water in my face: Could I have drowned? Or was it possibly a baptism gone horribly wrong?
Anything touching or resting on my neck: Rumor has it I was strangled or hanged in a past life. Either sounds intriguing, and it seems I might have been a far more interesting person at some point.
Ladders: (Not heights. Just ladders. Even those little dinky two-step stepladders). Yeah, fell off and broke my neck and died. Or maybe walked under one and then got mauled by a rabid grizzly bear.
Earwigs: Raise your hand if you thought Wrath of Khan. You’re probably right.
Anybody repeating anything three time in a row: While it might be fun to imagine a witch chanting some spell which traumatized me right into this lifetime, I’m guessing it was the movie Candyman. Holy crap, that movie paralyzed me with fear. (Unless that movie scared me so much because of the witch that did me in during a past life.) But, seriously, I might be the only person on the planet over five years old who’s actually terrified of Beetlejuice.
Tape measurers: I actually screech if the husband releases the lock and retracts one if I’m anywhere in the room. I was born in ’72 and I’m not sure how long metal, retractable tapes have been in existence, so… Hey, maybe somebody strangled me with a cloth tape a hundred years ago.
The entire concept of outer space: People start talking about space and I start getting panicky and claustrophobic. Unless I was Galileo, it doesn’t seem as though that should stem from a past life.
And now, to the depths of my bizarre psyche…
Chicken feet: Not the chicken, just the feet. This rather unusual phobia first manifested itself when I was young and caught a glimpse of a scene in The Deep. However, I’m not sure a fear caused by cinematic exposure would trigger the kind of reactions that include screaming, vaulting fences (which is not something I normally do) and blacking out, resulting in having no memory of the minutes following exposure to the chicken feet. It’s not like I black out if the husband, thinking he’s the most hilarious thing since the Three Stooges, says “Candyman. Candyman…Candy—oof”. I just scream and throw shit at him to cut him off at whatever cost.
I have no idea, however, how chicken feet could have played a role in a past life.
Potato peelers: :hide: What fascinating and horribly traumatizing thing could have been done to me in a past life with a potato peeler?
Do you have a fear that makes no sense to you? Share it, and we’ll
mock you analyze your past lives like we’ve mocked analyzed mine.