I've always known that I hated holes. They disgust me in a way that nothing ever could and I cannot bear to look at one. Not the holes you see in doughnuts; it's the deep, dark holes that I cannot abide. Simply imagining one is enough to give me the heebeejibees (whatever that means) and give me goosebumps. 'Hate' wouldn't even begin to describe what I feel and even 'loathe' cannot come close.

Lota had something on her side that's been... well, I'm guessing infected for quite a while. She hasn't gone to the doctor or anything and a while ago, it burst. And there was a freaking hole!! AAAAAHHHH!!! I was disgusted. And that's putting it mildly. So was my brother. But he's the husband, so he had to do it cause I couldn't.

Ew. I can't even talk about it coz I end up imagining it and seeing it once was PLENTY enough, thank you very much.

And now, I'm all worried. I wanna be a doctor. But I CANNOT stand holes!! So, what now?!


And I don't believe it. In a list filled with lots and lots of phobias and some even sounding incredibly stupid, there's none about having a phobia with holes (check out http://www.phobialist.com/)! So, therefor, I hereby dub thee "holaphobia".


And why is it like that? Just when one decides with all seriousness and discipline that a diet will begin, one begins to crave food and be hungry all the time? Hmph!