Have you ever had a phobia (i.e. intense, illogical fear) before, and if so, how have you beat it?
I'm finally addressing my phobia of thunderstorms, and I'd like advice on how to break it. Thank you.


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Rarely in my line of work do I get involved with anything very nasty. Most of the time, a shmuck like myself either hands a case off to the police, or simply lets the police find out things. I am a private eye, and while the popular image is of me kicking down doors, blowing away the offending party and scooting away with, at most, a stern-but-knowing glance from the police, the truth is quite mundane, really. I don’t chase, kick or shoot unless I have to, and even then I don’t find any pride in it, it’s just part of the job like paperwork or telling a husband that his wife is having an affair. It’s not somethin


Smooth as SilkOne thing most people who know me have trouble believing is that I lack the complicated physical coordination to blow a bubble from my gum. Somehow, I cannot muster the skills necessary to press the layer of gum and push it out with a breath of air to have it pop over my nose and chin in a whimsical fashion. All blowing-related activities, as a matter of fact, give me substantial trouble. Gum, balloons and even whistling most of the time usually involves me showering anyone approximately ten feet in front of me with a not-quite-so-whimsical shower of spit. All of this talk about blowing on thingSmooth as Silk


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Creation- or the First :|
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone’s dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let’s just say it took a certa


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I have said that, there are plenty of little things in life that are small, but real pleasures. But there are just as many small, equal but unpleasant things in my life. Mine happens to be about five foot, zero, and blue haired and has a fixation with her ex husband’s cat. Miss Evenson, as she introduced herself to me every time she visited as if I were a new investigator, wanted me to find some way for me to get her long-lost cat, whose name I’ve lost in her rants. While she is passionate, the fact remains that I have shown the cat to scarcely exist, much less as some hostage of her equally phantom ex husband.
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Okay, idiots, thanks to the legions of morons who decide that this box of text can be used as a judgement of character, I will cease to have any kind of quality or thoughtful signature. Thanks a whole lot.
This certainly would explain a lot.
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Operative: Yessir, now that I've killed off their only contact and have a whole fleet of battleships at my command, absolutely nothing can go wrong now.
Serenity: Surprise! We invited the entire reaver population to the party!
Operative:....HOLY SHAZNAK
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