It Could Just Be Because Dolls Are Pretty Ugly

Often, girly girls like me are stereotyped as weaklings (if not brat, princessy, damsel in distress, or a bitch). Well, NEWSFLASH!!! I am none of the above mentioned. Well, the bitch part, I can sort of admit. But brat? Princessy? Damsel in distress? AND WEAKLING??? No effing way.

I'm just saying.

But let me explain.

Note: I'm not posting this to pretend or to brag about how brave I am for a small girly girl. You need to finish reading this because I will share something about me that you probably would not have expected. But just probably. You could have guessed it already because of the title but... Oh, just keep on reading and stop giving me that look!

So can I explain now?

I'm not scared of the usual things normal people are commonly scared of. For example, spiders, heights, dogs, (well my former best friend pretends to be scared of dogs, she probably thinks it makes her cute), being alone in the dark, and many other odd things. (I may need some more suggestions here. What are people usually scared of).

So anyway, first the spiders. Yes, in a way, they're irritating but most insects are. But they don't scare me. Unless of course, if it's super big and poisonous. I should be scared.

Heights - I love heights. I love high places. I'm even obsessed with roller coasters, super high Ferris wheels, and other tormenting, crazy amusement rides.

Dogs - I don't care much about dogs unless they think I'm dinner.

Being alone in the dark - I understand why most people are scared to be alone in a dark room. It's because of those ghost stories and stuff. But I'm not. Because if ever ghosts are real and they decided to show themselves to me because it's dark, I would just run. No problem. But sorry to those who feel more secure when there's light. Because if ghosts are real, they will appear no matter what. They could be looking at you right now. Look! Someone's behind you! *enter villain laughter here*

Anyway, here's a big revelation: You wanna know the only thing that scares the hell out of me? Dolls! You heard me. Those ugly, porcelain, weird looking, blinking, annoyingly smiling dolls. I hate those! (Barbie dolls and stuffed animals not included). According to my mom, I used to cry when someone shows me a doll as an infant. And when I was like 5, I was given a HUGE dancing doll as a gift and when I opened the box, my reaction was like I just saw a monster. Swear.

Well now I don't cry anymore but dolls still give me goosebumps. Even if they are just innocently displayed in one corner. Their eyes are funny. And I don't like their hair touching my skin. But I'm a lot calmer now. Unless you're really fucking evil that you would throw one to me when I'm not ready. Really, you'll regret it.

To prove a point, here's a link to the ugliest dolls I've ever seen on the Internet. Well, actually these are the only ones I've come up with because I'm lazy to look for something more terrifying. Enjoy. HERE.

I just gave you the link because I don't want those pictures on my blog, thank you.

Fear of dolls is called Pediophobia. Just in case you want to know.

In other news, I got another blog award from Ashley a.k.a. Cupcake a.k.a One Crazy Brunette Chick. But wait. There's no tagging here because according to her, "I made my own awards to distribute to only the ELITE and worthy bloggers of my choice. I MADE and personalized these awards to fit each of the awarded specifically. That means you should feel super fucking special dick-wads."

Check out her blog. Real bad ass!