Fear of Puzzles? Eeeks!
Umm…yes, it is true, I have a fear of puzzles as sad as it sounds it is a fact. I hate them. While on our little get away we walked into the game room and there I was faced with a 1000 piece puzzle that someone had nicely put the frame together minus 4 pieces. I walked past it and was icking (yes I know that is not a word) as I walked into our room. Tim happen to ask me if I liked puzzles and I went on a rant about how I hated them. I told them why in the world would anyone spend hours trying to fit little pieces of cut up card board together just to make the original picture again…when if you love the cute picture and you can just go out and buy it as a whole PIECE!
So, Tim and I go out, we come back and the 4 little pieces that were missing were kind of bugging me…why in the world would one just stop there? So here I am talking to my self…Tim watching me as I start freaking out shaking looking through massive amounts of puzzle pieces for frame pieces. It gets worse. Did you know that you can force pieces of puzzle to fit together if you really want to? I mean I was on a roll. I had made several matches, all to my surprise that did not fit. I look over and Tim has got a massive amount of this puzzle together, so I go over and see what he needs and I find my calling in this puzzle freaking addiction. I can look at the picture of the puzzle…look at the pieces and I can actually find what he needs in seconds and before you know it this puzzle is moving along. Still talking to my self the whole time…shaking the whole time calling out to the fishy pieces I needed to complete the part I decided to find, I was in hysterical belly laughing for a good 15 minutes. Every now and then Tim would reassure me I was okay and smile…then I saw that the barrel he had put together NEEDED to be connected to the frame of the puzzle before we quit. I was NOT going to let just sit there alone not connected. Mind you, I hate and still hate puzzles. I do not like the control they have over you. You get caught up and find your self talking to your self…they make you think to hard to the point where you feel like you like your head will explode, they make you nuts. So on another tangent of irrational out of my mind talking, looking at cardboard pieces I go. The scariest thing to me was when I looked at the table and knew what I need amongst at least 800 pieces I zoned right in on that one piece that would connect the basket…I looked at Tim and said that was it…picked it up and it was it! At that moment I was scared and said I am done. I walked away think NO WAY…not happening. I am not going to like puzzles…they have this odd power of sucking you in and taking a hold of you. It was just all wrong.
I actually looked up to see if there was a real phobia for this and I could not find a phobia term. So maybe one day I can start slow with maybe a big floor size Barbie puzzle or something easy like that. Something with less pieces and bigger? Maybe this will help me. For now I am just going to stick with the computer, blogging and FB…
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