Small-Heavy-Objects-Being-Swung-Round-On-An-Elastic-Cord-Man.

I have a very specific phobia. And no, sadly I'm not making this up. Think about one of those elastic toys you give to kids with the gel pod on the end and little wiggly rubber hairs on it. Think of them whipping it around and around, erratically.

See...you're just thinking of it. I'm nearly having a goddamn panic attack just typing that out. The visualization alone is enough to set me off, so imagine what happens when my lovely little nephew actually does that in front of me. And now I have to go do something to distract myself. Fuck. I might have to delete this comment later so I don't come across it in the future on my own profile page. Fuck.