FWG Leader wrote:I think I've mentioned this before - I was chased by a clown on stilts with a feather duster for several hundred meters. He kept whacking my butt as I was running away. Hundreds of people enjoyed the entertainment at my expense.
He must of known I have Coulrophobia. Damn those clowns.
I always thought you were joking about this.
I am also terrified of clowns--Shhh!
Anyway, another embarassing moment.
You see, this one has to do with fear. All my life my parents have kept this 200-year-old ceramic doll in their room and it always freaked me out. One day, when we had guests, my brother decided it would be hilarious to scare the living shit out of me. I was much younger, and prone to the horrorterrors, so don't laugh when I say this--
He held up the old doll by the door of my room, and I was playing some video game--A scary one--Anyway, I was already scared and he stuck the doll slowly through the door, not showing his hands. I looked up, not expecting to see anything, and IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS FLOATING (at least to my mind, how young it was at the time). I ran out of my room, I had absolutely lostmyshit. I screamed hysterically, jumped on the table, and picked up a steak knife. Needless to say, I was never allowed to play my game again, and it was given to my brother.
Not exactly embarrassing, but definitely terrified and angered me.