Ooh I can't believe I forgot to blog about this horrid phobia when I wrote about Vegas. It so gripped me and resulted in paranoid actions around Vegas.
1. My family members had to open doors for me, coz the handle is often metal.
2. I used the arm of my jacket which was wrapped around my waist (you CANNOT be wearing sleeves in the Vegas heat!) to open the door.
3. I was afraid of the locks on toilet doors
4. I was afraid of opening hotel room doors too.
5. Once I thought I should be rid of the fear and gingerly stuck a finger out to prod a door handle, AND i have been discharged just like 10 seconds ago then, and bloody hell I got zapped!

This fear has been evolving since the road trip in Australia.

And to think I used to be the girl who loved to place her head near a just-switched-off-TV-screen to feel my hair flying up. Or hear the crackle of electrostatic.