An Embarrassing Secret...

OK, here's a couple:

1) I'm 6'4" 250-ish# and terrified of rollercoasters! (FTR, I heard that Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson has same phobia). Slowly working my way up through the terror ranks; most recently a stand-up coaster called "The Shockwave". It'll probably be years before I work my way up to anything with more than a 100' drop or so. Curious that it's not a heights issue, but a drop issue. I regular ride things that go more much higher (e.g. "The Windseeker" >300'.)

2) I have a very hard time throwing away or donating old clothes, approaching hoarding territory. Very worn shoes/boxer briefs/T-shirts get demoted to "yard work" or "workout-at-home" duty. Hole-y undershirts get cut-up to be used as rags. I have some shirts/jeans approaching 20 y.o. but I still wear them occasionally. I guess it comes from growing up poor and wearing outgrown clothes as "play" clothes until I could even button/zip them up.

I'm 47 and I won't spend the night anywhere without my pillow. I also will take it along with me during long-ish car trips. It's kind of like my security blanket, only in pillow form.

I think that's cute. Use to have a little dog that went everywhere with me. It was ost during a move. Still miss Sally.

When I was 28 and single, I got relocated from Houston to Oak Ridge, TN. I packed every thing I owned into a 2-door car, and drove over the weekend to start work Monday morning. After the first day, I checked out the local gym and played racquetball, or tried to. I was so exhausted from operating on adrenaline for three days, I took the first swing at the ball and the racquet smashed into my face. I had to immediately leave, find the ER, and I got 5 stitches in my face above my right eyebrow. Next morning I realized i had not yet transferred my health benefits to a local health system so I went to see HR with a hellova shiner. the nice HR woman was a sweet grandmother in demeanor and listened to my rambling story of moving, racquetball, injuring myself, and needing to transfer benefits. She looked at me for a long time saying nothing, then stood up and said "Come with me." We went out to the hall and I was flipping out! Did she not believe me? Did she think I had been in a fight or drinking? We got out into the hall and she said, "Your fly is down."

After that, every time I saw her in the building she would smile and ask me if everything was holding up OK.

I am insanely afraid of snakes, to the point where I will panic if I even see a picture of a snake. If someone is talking about a snake I get extremely uneasy and am convinced that a snake is nearby. It's awful. I'm a freak. lol

I also do not know how to operate a dvd player or any remote control for that matter. I am not stupid , I just really do not care to learn. if I want to watch tv, I walk up to the box and push the buttons.

I have a birthmark on my left butt cheek and it's really pink.

As a pilot, I prefer flying. Like literally flying... as opposed to riding in a plane with someone else flying. Small planes are fun AND safe.

I have an insane fear of bridges...especially large suspension bridges like in NYC. When I was young, I watched a documentary and it showed a large bridge swaying and rippling while cars were on it. I cant remember if the bridge collapsed or not, but that picture sticks with me to this day. I can get across them but I have a minor panic attack until I'm across

That sounds like "Galloping Gertie" a bridge that was at the Tacoma narrows.
You can relax, it was a design flaw that didn't account for the high crosswinds IIRC, and yes she went down.
Is this it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-zczJXSxnw

I will pass out at the sight of a snake. I was asked to stay home when the preschool I taught at took a field trip to the pet store. The previous year I was a parent chaperone, and hit the floor cold when a store employee stood next to me with an albino python.

Also can't swim, so I married a Navy Deep Sea Diver. I figure if the kids sink like me, he can save them.