posted on Sep, 14 2005 @ 05:15 PM
This is going to sound silly but I have a phobia of peas. It is true. It isn't just the disgust of their proximity, but the smell and colour of them
that gives me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sort of the same feeling I have about hospitals.
It is so bad that if there are peas in my vicinity - which can span a few yards or 3 city blocks depending on my mood - I lose my appetite
Try ordering fish & chips in a pub and insisting you want nothing to do with mushy peas. Mushy peas AGHHGHH!! People in Britain think I'm crazy.
I think this unreasonable fear stems from an evil 3rd grade teacher named Mrs. Howard who used to force feed her students limp legumes. While she
never did it to me (I was a good girl) I saw her hold the mouth of several children like Darth Vadar doing his chokey grip thing until the poor
traumatized children swallowed the sludgy things (some people should never be allowed near children).
Enter my grandma who was a lover of all things green, which I usually love but not in the form of tiny toxic wax pellets. She was determined to make
me get over my pea phobia so she would make my brother and I sit at her table until we finished each and every individual pea. Sometimes we were there
for hours. My football kicking pea skills really developed though. I can launch one clear across the room and usually hit my target.
Once when out with my boyfriend and his dad at a pub lunch - I had my usual drawn out plea/discussion with the waitress about how I couldn't eat my
food if there were peas on the plate - so what did she bring me... you guessed it.
Future father in law looked at me and said, 'Oh, just move them over to the other side of the plate and ignore them, they can't be THAT bad.'
Let's just say they were.
[edit on 14-9-2005 by nikelbee]