I would rather chew broken glass wrapped in tin foil than…
So this week, we’re talking about our Anti Bucket List – things that we never, ever, ever want to do. Ever.
These are in no particular order, but I never want to…
Go to Vegas. Call me boring, but this just holds no appeal for me. It sounds completely overstimulating and overwhelming, and I think I’d be rocking in a corner somewhere. Yes…I know they have all kinds of cool shows and stuff, but oh god…the lights and the noise and the people. The idea of that just makes me want to turn off all the lights and sit quietly in a dark room.
Explore a Tropical Rain Forest. Dude. They have spiders the size of small dogs there. And also lots of hideous, ginormous bugs, and unimaginable heat and humidity. None of these are things I would even remotely enjoy. Especially, the giant soul-sucking spiders. (I assume they grow so large be feeding on souls.) Besides, there are plenty of other places I’d rather go.
Go to Australia. I was all about going there. Until I saw the size of the spiders they have there. No. Fucking. Thank. You.
Cliff diving, bungee jumping, skydiving, mountain climbing. Nothing up high. Nothing that requires falling or jumping. I mean, I’m great at falling. So great, it’s practically my mutant ability. I also have vertigo. And I’m clumsy. And afraid of heights. A couple of summers ago my mom and sister and I went to see Fleetwood Mac at a big stadium. I thought I was going to die climbing to our seats. I had to hang on to my mom’s shirt and stare straight at the middle of her back to make it up and down the stairs without getting dizzy and falling over. So yeah – anything like this? No way.
Confront my phobias with desensitization therapy. This seems like the worst idea ever. I’m perfectly content living with my fear of clowns, spiders and being buried alive.
I’m sure there are more things that I don’t ever want to do, but these are the ones that popped into my head first. Click the names below to see the other bloggers’ Anti-Bucket Lists.