2.11.06
Still scared
I was terrified of toilets. It must have stemmed from having to use an outhouse on the dacha we rented. The fear was so prevalent that I encountered it in my dreams, or more accurately, my nightmares. It wasn't just toilets. It was bathrooms in general. They appeared to me as dark, dank, neglected spaces, an inch of murky water covering the slimy floor tiles and a permanently overflowing sink.(As a sidenote: I also used to have fantastical dream about exploring crumbling tunnels located forty floors beneath ground level, excavating skeletons and treasure.)
My most horrifying experience was walking into an institution-like bathroom, going into a stall, and finding a hole where the toilet once was. Never mind that it was cemented over; I shakily walked out... backwards.
I thought I was over it. I even acquiesced to use a portable toilet at a concert this summer. Obviously I was very wrong.
They're fixing a water leak in the building. They turn the water on and off. After each time, it takes a number of seconds for the water to travel up to my floor, and while the air is hissing through the pipes, it makes a sputtery, hollow noise. I was in my water closet and flushed the toilet, forgetting all about the water, except instead of sputtering, it made the scariest, most horrid I'm-going-to-EAT-YOU-NOW noise! I tried to get away, but my w.c. is too small.
I ran into the door.
posted by a girl @ 20:02
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