I’ll wait until you see it on Friday and you can report back with how bad it is. I forgot about the honey combs
Speaking of that, I had a yogurt parfait this morning, eating it on the way back from driving my daughter to school . the yogurt thing had an entire chunk of raspberry on it, i looked down at the exact wrong time at the yogurt cup to see all of those bumps and circle things on the fruit. I damn near vomited seeing that ish, veered off past the shoulder and almost ran into the back of a construction truck. I’m feeling lightheaded just thinking about it rn. That phobia thing of ours was almost literally the death of me.
To make it even worse, the awkward moment when I was caught at a red light with the driver in the other lane next to me, who saw me swerve. I looked over and he’s staring at me like
all I could do was try to play it off like I was unaffected-
Having that reaction to circle patterns is no joke. Good thing I was on a side street with limited car traffic, driving slow if that was a regular highway going at high speeds - they would still be picking up pieces of my body parts off the road. If it happens again, I’m going to a psychiatrist or hypnotists whatever they’re called - it has to be a deep rooted issue at play to be that triggered over circle patterns. The only thing I can think of is when my parents left me in a playground ball pit and I almost suffocated. All of those foam balls and you know things like that seem 10x bigger as a child; they dumped me in there with my brothers, they kept throwing balls at my face and holding my head under the sea of those foam balls, using me as a test subject for their wrestling moves; there’s like 1000 balls in there- I was crying. Shyt hasn’t been the same with me and circles. I need immersive therapy or something.
Reminds me of when my son was a baby, he had really curly hair so when he would sweat: the curls turned into coils - now picture a baby head with nothing but circles. Set me off. I had him wearing hats - try explaining to your family members why tryptophobia stops you from looking at a pattern of baby curls on your own son.