I was watching the Ellen Degeneres show today, and Steve Carrell is on, and they're talking about getting scared. Not in the sense of like, a horror movie scaring, but like, people surprising you kind of scary. I hate being scared-in either sense of the word. I do watch the scary movies, but I hate being scared in them. I hav to watch in full light, hanging onto someone as tight as can be. Usually, I choose my sister to do this, but when I don't have a person, I choose my Troop. She just lays there and lets me cuddle her.
But I'm getting away from the point. I do get scared very easily. I sit in the middle desk at work, between Chelle and Jules, but I used to sit in the back desk. Whenever anybody would walk up behind me, not making noise, I would get scared. Every time! I don't even know how it would happen, but it did. I have one really good scare-and it actually happened at work. The story unfolds:
So one day, I'm at work, and it's when we have a different set up than we do now. Now we have cubicles-and all of our desks are the same, in a row, but they used to be all different, and the desks were huge-taller than I. I was over talking to...Fred (to use a name Chelle already picked out) and then I hear my phone ring. Let me preface-I was wearing some high heels this day. I sprint over to get my phone, sliding a little on the plasticy thing on the ground that protects it from the chair. As I rounded the corner and grabbed my phone, out popped Tyler from behind my desk, scaring the hell out of me. I screamed into the phone, threw it, and then I just started to laugh. I was laughing so hard I was crying, and could barely get a breath. I think it might have taken a few years off, but it was well played, I had to tip my hat to him. Luckily, the person on the phone wasn't a business call-it was just my dad, who was very confused as to why I just picked up the phone and yelled. We got it sorted, though.
I don't think I'll ever get past getting scared. I am getting better though-I don't get scared when people come up behind me. I'm hoping to maybe get it under control so that when someone does scare me, I can just keep it contained-they'll never know they scared me! And until then-please don't anybody who read this try to scare me. Because thats just mean.
3 comments:
You must be so sad that Tyler is farther away and not able to spend all his time devising pranks to play on you.
And that last comment about a gentleman...strike that.
You would not survive in my house. We are all always devising ways to jump out and scare each other. I think my heart rate is higher because I'm constantly jumping. The best is when you can get dad!
Oh, Vieve, I get scared so easy and it seems when you get scared, I am even more scared. I hate it when people jump out of places...not fun at all!!
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