CONFESSIONAL
Yep, it’s confessional time. Buckle up because you’re next.
Here’s my random confession:
I am scared to have conversations with British people.
There. I said it.
Here’s why:
A few years ago i was sitting in an office with Matt Redman and we were both trying to do a little work. Matt is a singer/songwriter from the UK. He was born and raised in the UK so he has the accent. Three times he had to ask me if the office had internet. And three times i responded with, “Huh?” It was so embarrassing to not understand what he was asking me. Ever since then i’ve avoided conversations with British people for fear that i won’t understand and i’ll make them repeat themselves an awkward amount of times.
Now, fast forward a few years to the first time i talked in person with my good friend Vicky Beeching. Vicky, as chance would have it, is also a singer/songwriter from the UK. She also has the accent. When we were hanging out i really had to face my fears and just go for it. Turns out we had a great conversation and i had no problems understanding her at all. So, i got lucky. I’m still scared to talk to British people.
Ok, it’s your turn. What sort of random fear or habit do you need to confess? (This is supposed to be humorous friends, so please don’t comment with your deep dark secrets… we can have a time for those later.)
Suzanne said
am November 14 2008 @ 6:13 am
Wow, and I was just starting to really enjoy reading you blog! I have a number of irrational phobias, but none of them are really THAT funny. I’m trying to think of one though
–suzanne (British chick)
biscuet said
am November 14 2008 @ 6:39 am
By the way - i know i have a ton of British friends who read my blog. Don’t be offended by my fear. This is about ignorance on my part, not about any fault of yours. And, most importantly, it’s just an exaggeration… i would be delighted to talk to any of you anytime.
Suzanne said
am November 14 2008 @ 6:46 am
Oh I remembered a fear - people not getting my sarcasm via the web or any other written form!
biscuet said
am November 14 2008 @ 6:51 am
hahaha… reason #426 why i love Brits, their dry humor! Thanks!
Scott Fillmer said
am November 14 2008 @ 7:42 am
that’s hilarious… I always fretted about going to countries that didn’t speak “american” lol, so every time I would get on a plane to London I would be nervous
darn brit’s, they’re so proper that us american’s just can’t understand a “proper english”
my irrational fear would have to be with getting shot. Not with a gun, but a needle. Sometimes I feel I would rather be sick and dying with the flu than get a shot, but I have a feeling there are plenty coming up in my future.
Jen H said
am November 14 2008 @ 9:02 am
I suppose it’s not so much a fear, but banana peels really freak me out. First of all, I HATE bananas. I think they’re gross. They taste bad, have a weird texture, and I cannot understand why anyone would ever eat them.
But then there are the peels… They are totally grosser. (Is that even a word?!) They’re sorta thick, but still limp, and to top it off, the stink just like bananas do. When I see one, I want to run away and hide because it freaks me out!
Matt Hux said
am November 14 2008 @ 10:06 am
there is a british student at my university. the first conversation i had with him left me confused and unsure of my own language.
Laura N. said
am November 14 2008 @ 10:13 am
At any given time, about one seventh of the contents of my purse or pockets is broken glass. I pick it up almost compulsively. It’s just so shiny…
biscuet said
am November 14 2008 @ 10:21 am
Laura wins.
alexsandra said
am November 14 2008 @ 11:11 am
ohhh…you made me laugh!
My husband was from Scotland, just 2 weeks new to Canada when I met him. When he asked me out I had no idea what he said and just laughed at everything. He said “Does that mean you don’t want to go out with me?” Funny that after a while I didn’t even hear the accent!
Anyway, my fear? GLUTEN! This is not too funny….cuz it was making me sick…but even when I see a few crumbs I look at them like they are cryptonite!! I am afraid of crumbs!! (that is a little funny to see)
proctor said
am November 14 2008 @ 1:20 pm
Beeching’s lost the accent, and it’s now a hybrid of American & Australian….so you THINK you are hearing a British accent when in fact you are not.
She would not like to admit this but it’s true!
Can’t wait for her to see this post!
~proctor
vicky beeching said
am November 14 2008 @ 11:19 pm
Haha… I’m laughing hard at all of this… Biscuet - your post and Proctor - your slam of my messed up accent!! You guys are hilarious : )
My irrational fear would be… cucumbers. They really freak me out. They smell awful…and if I taste even a tiny bit of cucumber I feel like I keep tasting it for days and days… ewwwww!
Other irrational fear - breaking guitar strings while leading worship (irrational, because it very rarely happens..but I hate it when it does!)
vb
Lana said
am November 15 2008 @ 6:00 am
wiggling toes.
cannot handle the sight of them… much less when people’s feet are cold and they like to wiggle them under me to warm them. ABSOLUTELY DiSGUSTING. Ask any of my former roomies… I freak out (meaning, you get an automatic slap… its a reflex).
Patrick said
am November 15 2008 @ 10:24 am
I am actually terrified of arcade basketball games. The kind that have a little goal that moves, little basketballs that roll down the ramp and nets around it. I was playing one of these basketball games at a local arcade and was very determined to set the high score. The high score for the game was 66 and I was rapidly approaching it. I was down to 5 seconds on the clock and I needed one shot to set the high score, the last ball that I had a chance to shoot happened to bounce out of the game and started rolling on the floor toward other video games. I knew this was it, this was my defining moment, if I was going to pull a carpe diem, this was my chance. I took off to grab the ball, scooped it up with one hand and sprinted back to the goal. I was out of time, I had to shoot on the run. I jumped toward the goal and released the ball, I knew in the next second I would go down in arcade basketball history by beating the high score on a miracle shot. Time stood still as the ball was heading toward the goal, it was on target and had all the ingredients of a fairy tale ending……then it happened. The ball was not on target, it wasnt even close. The ball hit the top metal bar that is used for support, shot back towards and hit me in the face. The combination of the ball hitting me the face and my momentum moving towards the goal caused me to smash into the game, which then caused me to be laying on the floor next to some snotty kid playing skeetball.I will never play arcade basketball again. I m 27 and I live in Nashville. This happened when I was 27 and lived in Nashville. Having your life ruined at Dave and Busters is not a cool thing. Thanks for letting me relive this nightmare.
Laura N. said
am November 15 2008 @ 10:28 am
No, Patrick wins.
Biscuet said
am November 15 2008 @ 10:36 am
I agree. Patrick is the winner. I laughed for a solid 5 minutes. Although Laura’s broken glass obsession is a close second.
Suzanne said
am November 15 2008 @ 10:47 am
I agree - Patrick’s story has all the required elements, confession, comedy and a life-lesson for us all.
Randi said
am November 23 2008 @ 10:29 pm
chewing.
Yes. You heard it right.
I get so annoyed when I hear people chewing. Regardless of who it is, what they’re chewing, where they are… whether their mouth is closed or not. Imagine this while sitting at the dinner table with my family.
I get this little twitch where all I want to do is slap everyone across the mouth (real Christian-like isn’t it!). Just stop it already!
I have, on occassion when I seriously cannot handle it, left the room altogether.
Irrational.
That is me!