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When i was a kid(about 6 or 7) I thought if you didnt get up before flushing the toilet, a monster would rise out of the toilet and eat you
I used to believe that when you sit on the toilet and don't flush soon enough before you get off, a snake would rise out of the toilet and bite you
I used to think there was a monster in the toilet
I used to be afraid to use the toilet because i thought a zombie hand was going to grab me and i'd get sucked down
I was scared of toilets as a little kid because i was afraid that i would get sucked into it
I used to believe there was a frog inside the toilet , the noise he made was identical , but after a few years of very afraid my aunt Told Me was When there was an air circulation in the pipes.
I used to think that if you put a piece of paper or something like that in the toilet, someone else could receive the message when their toilet clogs.. So every time i used to the toilet, i would put a piece of paper with a message so someone can receive my gift.
However my mother was not the happiest person in the world when she found crumpled and wet papers in the toilet while unclogging it.
i used to think that toilets were alive and would die if you never fed them
i fed them toilet paper pee and poo i once told my mom to feed the toilet before we left the house she had no clue .
When I was 4, AIDS was the cultural zeitgeist, propagated by fear especially from the Reagan administration. Fueled by this, alongside the "stranger danger" cultural provocation of the time, my mother had been fairly stern in her warnings of an imperceptible risk of a stranger kidnapping me, molesting me and giving me AIDS. When asked, her response was that AIDS could come from anywhere. At some point in pre-school I had something on the tip of my tongue which I attempted to wipe off using the hand-roll dryer and for several weeks I lived in near constant fear that I had perhaps contracted AIDS from the towel dispenser - for surely, a molester would also lurk in the restroom.
I used to believe that for pee, I had to press my bellybutton.