I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

I used to be claustrophhobic. I might still be. Last time it was tested (in the gas-room in army basic training) I rode it out, though I was fortunate and had it easier than it could have been.

I was afraid of many things, as a kid.

Sometimes felt like I was being watched. The back of neck feels it.

Afraid of ghosts. The Sixth Sense freaked the shit out of me with that closet-scene. Worst-fears meet worst-fears.

I don't know what happened... those fears disappeared.

I guess I grew out of them. I'm not afraid of claustrophobia, despite maybe being subject to it (who knows).

I was once under a dog-pile. I urged people to get off. Everyone but one kid did. He was older at an age when that means larger. He stayed on-top despite my desperate urges.

I knocked him off-- chipped his tooth. My skull must have done it.

I don't feel bad. He should have listened to my friend who told everyone to get off.