Murrmurr
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I'm afraid of horses. I've ridden horses a few times, but they scare the crap outa me. I'm even uncomfortable with the way they look at me.
how did you get the courage up to ride them ?I'm afraid of horses. I've ridden horses a few times, but they scare the crap outa me. I'm even uncomfortable with the way they look at me.
Peer pressure. No courage involved, this was ego 100%.how did you get the courage up to ride them ?![]()
No judgement whatsoever... we all have some kind of past.. thanks for sharing..I have lots of secrets that typically I would never disclose, but none of you know me.
I did drugs every day for over five years. I ran a crime organization while in highschool. My oldest brother was a Hells Angel. My dad, three brothers, sister and myself have all been in jail. I ended up being successful but have always felt like I a bit of a fake. I have spent the last forty years of my life trying to make amends for the first twenty. I have an exceptional memory yet can't remember if a past event was last year or ten years ago. I also don't retain memories of my travels or vacations. I have an autoimmune disorder that is starting to cause serious health issues. (sigh)
Most of the above are secrets I never share.
I am not ashamed either, it is just something I have had all my life. I will say that 30 years ago people did not speak of it so I thought I was out of my mind. Now I know it is very common. I went through therapy, had medications at times. My husband who I met at 15 did not understand it but was a total support and comfort to me even then. That is why I say tell people, talk about it so others can learn about the condition.about BP...it's not the sort of thing that would have made the news here.... but yes I;m not ashamed of suffering from it..it's just that people think I'm making excuses..![]()
Last horse I was on held its breath while they put the saddle on. Near the end of the ride the saddle spun entirely around and horse started galloping. I had about "1" second to realize what was happening and leap off the spinning saddle. I don't ride anymore.I'm afraid of horses. I've ridden horses a few times, but they scare the crap outa me. I'm even uncomfortable with the way they look at me.
You don't sound like a fake to me, very interesting, but no fake. It's what you've done in the more recent 40 years that matters!I ended up being successful but have always felt like I a bit of a fake. I have spent the last forty years of my life trying to make amends for the first twenty.
I am too-in spite of being around my daughter`s horses for years and even having two horses of my own. It`s why I switched to donkeys-I was still a little wary at first but Jezebel was such a little baby when I got her,there wasn`t much to be afraid of. But I ended up being totally comfortable around herI'm afraid of horses. I've ridden horses a few times, but they scare the crap outa me. I'm even uncomfortable with the way they look at me.
I'm finding all my long lost brothers on this siteI did drugs every day for over five years. I ran a crime organization while in highschool. My oldest brother was a Hells Angel. My dad, three brothers, sister and myself have all been in jail. I ended up being successful but have always felt like I a bit of a fake. I have spent the last forty years of my life trying to make amends for the first twenty.
I'll pet a horse but I'll never sit on one.I'm afraid of horses. I've ridden horses a few times, but they scare the crap outa me. I'm even uncomfortable with the way they look at me.
I was in Madrid for a few days and was talked into going to a bullfight. I really didn't enjoy it at all. The best part was when the Banderilleros entered the ring before the Matador makes an appearance. I was somewhat confused as to what Toreros are. Are they the men on the horses? Unless you enjoy watching an animal being tortured, it's not an exciting event to watch. I was told by one of the men with me that the bulls were malnourished and drugged before a bullfight.I once did a bullfight, not a very big bull, but it was real.
I was at a conference in San Diego and we took a trip to Tijuana for a bull fight demonstration. They asked for a volunteer from the audience to give it a try, I was "volunteered" by the people I was with, but had too many margaritas to have the sense to say know.
The first pass was quite terrifying, the matador told me he'd stay with me, but as the "bull" started charging he backed away laughing... However I soon discovered that the bull was only focused on the cape, not me, so it worked.
Pictures attached as evidence, it was a few year back, before my hair... sun bleached? And a few pounds heavier, but that is me. One of my friends commented that he had never seen a bull so small or a matador so big. The little bull was not harmed in the process. Maybe it was really a calf.
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LOL..I;m the one with the prosopagnosia,I read an article a couple of weeks ago that said Brad Pitt has your condition (Prosopagnosia) and because of it he's been mistaken for being snobbish and rude. @palides2021
I'll have to think about your question. I've already shared enough that I don't know if there's something that no ones knows (that I'm willing to share).
@911 Good to "see" you here!Missed you.
I have that, which is why I can't eat anything acidic.....I flunked an aptitude test.
People are always forgetting my name.
I think I might be on the Autism/Asperger's Spectrum because sometimes I sort of forget how to walk (especially when nervous or feeling self-conscious), that's not it exactly, hard to describe but the only other person I've heard say the same thing is on the Spectrum, it's kind of "wait, it's not that leg's turn to move, it's the other leg's turn"...sort of, and I have to make a point of remembering to bend my knees when walking (but that might be because my legs are so short and I'm all torso). Also, someone once asked me how it was that I was such a good proof reader--since he had higher education and I didn't, dontcha know--and I told him that the misspelled words or wrong punctuation or lack of punctuation sort of jumps off the page at me; that's supposedly a Spectrum thing.
Whenever I try to eat food with very much flavor--especially acidic--I get a feeling that's sort of a cross between an electric shock and a muscle spasm right in front of the Tragus part (that kind of flap near the bottom) of both ears.
I went to a real one in Mexico City once, and didn't like it much either. I was sitting in the cheap seats way up high, that helped, and I did enjoy watching the Mexicans around me, a very rambunctious bunch. Never did understand exactly what it is they were clapping and booing about though.I was in Madrid for a few days and was talked into going to a bullfight. I really didn't enjoy it at all. The best part was when the Banderilleros entered the ring before the Matador makes an appearance. I was somewhat confused as to what Toreros are. Are they the men on the horses? Unless you enjoy watching an animal being tortured, it's not an exciting event to watch. I was told by one of the men with me that the bulls were malnourished and drugged before a bullfight.
Lengthways or widthways ?.. do tell.. wow !!Back in the day I jumped a motorcycle over a Greyhound bus....![]()