Losing My Fingers and My Mind

As hard as it may be to believe, I do have fears. I don’t mind spiders or snakes. I could not care less when it comes to clowns. However, there are three things that, though somewhat ridiculous, make me want to curl up into the fetal position and cry for seven hours.

1.  Bowling Balls

Let’s clarify something here. I am NOT afraid of bowling balls (what a silly fear, right?). No, the bowling balls themselves aren’t what give me anxiety. It’s the holes in the bowling balls. More specifically, I have a deathly, terrible fear of getting my fingers stuck in the holes of a bowling ball. Getting stuck is too soft of an expression; every time I bowl, I dread the moment when my fingers are violently ripped off my hand by the bowling ball. Is this an irrational fear? Most likely. I have never seen this scenario in real life, heard about it on the news, or even seen it in the movie, so I have no idea where this fear stems from. Just the thought of the tightness of the ball around my fingers makes me shudder. You will never, NEVER see me bowling with one of the lighter balls. They have holes that are tiny, and are guaranteed to forcibly tear your fingers out of your knuckles. If you ever see me bowling, you will be sure to spot a ball that is at least 15 pounds in my hand, because the holes are large enough to ensure that my fingers will remain attached to my hand.

2. Strobe Lights

I follow my friends into the haunted house, slightly nervous and very excited. A few costumed zombies try to startle me, but they don’t phase me. I push aside some hanging ‘dead bodies’ with no hesitation, when suddenly, I see it up ahead. Pulsing, flashing, and utterly terrifying: a strobe light. I say a silent goodbye to my normal state of mind as I hear one of my friends shout, “Quick! Someone grab Gabi, there’s a strobe light up there”. The brilliant light flashes, dazzling me with its intensity. What happens after I am affected by a strobe light, I can’t really say, mostly because I don’t remember. I feel disoriented and confused, while everything around me seems exaggerated. Things that were slightly creepy before seem absolutely terrifying after a strobe light makes me trippy. I slightly lose control of my body, and can no longer focus on anything. If this sounds extremely freaky and abnormal to you, that’s because it is. For some reason, strobe lights make me delirious and loopy, so at least my fear of them is justified.

These fears are unusual, maybe more than a little unconventional. Luckily, I don’t come in contact with these horrifying things too often, and in the meantime, I can laugh at my friends for their run-of-the-mill fears of things like clowns and aliens.


This is my face after encountering four strobe lights. God help me.

About the author

Gabi is a superb, sensational, sumptuous senior at Collegiate. Her spirit animal is a raccoon, and in her spare time, she enjoys playing Pokemon, doing titrations, and practicing banjo.