Day 9 – A Month of Maxi Dresses…
Once I saw a reality show about people who were afraid of dirt. And these people were really afraid of dirt, like they would start screaming and crying if they were within spitting distance of a dust ball. My first thought was, Wow, you should never come to my house. Dirty children everywhere, half-eaten snacks, dog-hair tumbleweeds and a pig that sleeps next to the dining room table… I’m not even afraid of dirt and yet my house scares me.
In order to treat these people, a therapist would slowly place small dirty objects on the person’s head for various periods of time. If the person could stand a dirty Q-tip for ten seconds, then the therapist would add an old slice of cheese and some twigs for another ten seconds, and so on until the person’s head had triumphantly turned into a good-sized compost pile. The therapist was very kind and in a reassuring voice would say, “Just breathe… You can do this… Okay, I’m about to add an old sock…” Then the dirt-phobic person would start shaking and whimpering as the gold toe came their way.
It was fascinating.
And I couldn’t help think about that show this morning as I was getting dressed… In a dress. I really winced at the thought of wearing a dress today and as I approached my closet I was filled with a feeling I couldn’t quite describe. Was it fear?
Maybe I need a therapist to talk me through my dress phobia…
“I know this hard, Holly, but just concentrate on putting one spaghetti strap on at a time. That a girl… Okay, I’m about to add the flip flops…”