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Crystallophobia

Hi. My name is Crystal and I have Crystallophobia.

Despite what you may be thinking at present, Crystallophobia is not some word that I made up to demonstrate my fear of myself.

Crystallophobia: fear of crystals or glass

When I was younger, I was never able to empty the dishwasher. I would always physically cringe at the feeling - and sound - of fingers on glass. I actually shuddered thinking about it just now.

Occasionally I would drop the cup because a shudder ran through my entire body, shaking my hands. *shudder, shudder*

Can you conjure the feeling and sound of it in your mind, right now? It's kind of like the sound of nails scraping against the chalkboard during a particularly tedious note; it's a rather unpleasant awakening. 

Another thing that I hate (HATE) is when I would try to find some other way to grasp the glass and it just makes a worse noise (do not - I repeat - DO NOT use paper towel to cover the cup! *shudder*).

I am happy to say that, at 17 years old - and after extensive training and practice - I am able to successfully empty the dishwasher without covering my ears or curling my toes as I battle with myself over my ridiculous phobia. 

Well, maybe most of the time...

*squeek* *pip* *SQUEEEEK* GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Shall I enter the B-L Fiction Contest?

It was the perfect fall day: the breeze was blowing softly, like a mother caressing her baby girl's bottom. The young woman skipped cheerfully across the freshly-cut lawn that was sprinkled with an odd leaf, dotting the surface to give the manicured lawn the appearance of a dappled crater-riddled moon. At the sight of her close childhood friend, she galloped across the remaining space and howled for her attention.

Just breathe.

 

Artists write songs to share what he or she was feeling during the good times, bad times, and the ugly times.

Presently, "Breathe" by Anna Nalick is the song with which I feel most insync.

Life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girls,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

Before today, I hadn't listened to - or even thought of -  this song for over a year. A complex component in the brain recited the chorus, presenting me with the precise words to fit my situation.

Has this ever happened to you? You are in a rather distinct mood, and - BAM! - a song just pops into your head?

I often find myself humming along to some ditty as I clean the house:

Working 9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
Mmmmm...

Or maybe I'm going out to the show; I'm pumped and ready to go! I find myself humming...

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,

Singing Ayo! Gotta let go!

It sometimes gets to be very awkward. This is especially true when I find my self quietly mouthing...

Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots,

shots, shots, shots,

shots, shots, shots, shots, shots,

shots, shots, shots!

...

... and I look over to discover my busmate staring at me, open mouthed, eyebrows raised questioningly.

This can be an especially annoying quirk when I find myself subconsciously singing love ballads with gusto! 

I, I love you like a love song baby,

I, I love you like a love song baby,

I, I love you like a LOVE song baby.

And I keep hitting re-pe-pe-pe-pe-peat.

Despite the lower points, I find this ability to be enlightening and I sometimes notify myself of my mood before I even consciously realize that the class lecture today is "killing me softly, in this throng, killing me softly..."