Since I've been in Sweden, there's been a couple of questions that I am repeatedly asked. I'm going to try and answer the top 3 questions over the next couple of posts, in no particular order.
"So how was the skiing?" or variations thereof.
The only skiing I'm doing, is on the melted snow on the pavements.
I have no desire or need to tackle the slopes.
Why?
Well, because I don't see the thrill in it myself. Speeding downhill on two ski boards, flailing two ski poles about, dodging trees, mounds, hidden obstacles and bullets (leaning heavily on james bond and other movies as references). Okay, maybe it sounds kinda thrilling.
But mostly, because I'm too chicken.
Not that I fear the speed or the snow or the henchmen.
With all the ridiculous phobias people come up with, I was amazingly surprised to find there is no "scientific/medical" name for my phobia.
One of the funniest comments on it I found was that it was called "common sense".
So I'm just going to call it...skeletokakaphobia.
The fear of breaking a bone.
Specifically, my right tibia and fibula.
Again.
For the third time.
On a mountain slope.
In the cold.
In the snow.
Far from medical help.
A phobia is defined as an irrational fear. Even though I believe my fear is little bit rational,
I know that chances are re-e-e-eally slim of it happening again.
But I have no desire to risk it.
Well....maybe one of those kiddie slopes...Probably depends on which bad guys are chasing me.
Njoy.
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