Monologue
Among some of the fears that I have, which include scary movies, clowns, and bugs, I am deathly afraid of knives. This fear is only limited to other people handling knives because I have no problem using one but I cannot help the anxiety I feel when someone else is holding one. The feeling gets worse if the person holds the knife towards me. I always imagine that they might clumsily stab me with it so I move out of their direction. For some strange reason, I also don’t like it when knives are left on the table unattended and I’m just sitting there with another person. I feel like the other person might somehow hit the knife really hard and it’ll end up stabbing me across the table. I know that it’s really unrealistic for that to happen but I always have that lingering thought in my mind when I see a knife sitting idly on a table.
Actually, I think that I really don’t trust myself with knives either because I always feel like I’ll drop it and it’ll impale my foot or my leg. It probably sounds crazy but this has actually happened once with a sharp pencil when I was in sixth grade. I borrowed my friend’s pencil which happened to be extremely sharp and then the phone rang so I ran to pick it up. The pencil rolled off the desk and I thought that I would just pick it up after I answered the phone. When I came back to search for it, I couldn’t find it anywhere so I just sat on my chair. It was when I felt something weird on my foot that I noticed the pencil went through my sock and into my foot. My foot still has traces of black pencil lead inside it. If a pencil could do that to my foot, I’m afraid of what might happen if a knife fell instead. This event has definitely traumatized me and is probably a factor as to why I’m so afraid of sharp objects, specifically knives.
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So the picture I chose for my blog post happens to be from when I went to California in the summer by myself with my boyfriend. It was the first time that my parents let me be independent because they’re usually overprotective. I didn’t think that they would have let me travel on my own but eventually they caved in. It was a really great experience for me because when I came back from my trip, they became more trusting of me and less protective. My parents like to baby me and my brother so it was new to try to live on my own for two weeks without mom cooking dinner and washing the laundry. Through my trip, I definitely became a much more responsible and independent person which is a crucial part of growing up. This photo also has another significance which is that it’s from the movie, 500 Days of Summer and I thought that it would be cool if I went to the same location where part of the movie was filmed. Although the park where the bench is located isn’t as glamorous as it is in the movie (there are many homeless people sleeping in the park), I actually enjoyed the movie so it was nice that I got to sit on the same bench that the actors did.