Indesireable Reflexes

So, over the past few weeks I have managed to embarrass myself with several less-than-enjoyable reflexes of mine.

Prod-Me Marena!
Most likely many of you know (and hopefully some of you haven't yet discovered) that I'm extremely ticklish. If I'm poked in the right place on either side of my waist, I will double-over and make a very high-pitched squeak.
Most undignified.
When people discover this, it's usually the source of much amusement for a least a minute or two. At a cast party, my friend took up sport of prodding me and listening in to the cacophony of squeals that I made.
Another one of my friends decided to join in on the fun. Unfortunately, (or rather, fortunately for me), it only works if I'm poked in the precise spot. My friend was unable to find it, and just ended up poking me several times in the stomach in search, while I looked up at his utter dismay.
Sucker. I'll never tell!

Raiding Woes
To you all, I might be Marena, high school geek extraordinaire, but I must inform you all that the geekiness does not end there.
Oh no, my friends!
I must confess to my alter-ego, Estar, level 70 night elf druid and expert raid healer, from the far off land of Azeroth in the game World of Warcraft!
Yep, I've been a WoWhead for four years, and currently my main character, Estar, is a healer for large group raids. Basically, for you non-gamers out there, 10 of us go in and fight monsters. When the people doing lots of damage take a lot of damage themselves, I heal them. Pretty simple, right?
Not quite. Unfortunately, there's a lot of pressure on the healers to keep everyone alive, and I was the worse of 3 healers in this 10 man, so I was a little high strung. To make matters worse, I was going along with my friend's group, which I didn't know, and didn't know me, and therefore would find it easier to get mad at me if I screwed everything up.
To save everyone a lot of time in one part, we were all to get killed, and then be brought back to life by a healer on the other side of a big gap, to save us all half an hour of getting to the other side.
So we're all standing there, waiting for one of the guys to bring over some monsters to kill us all.
We waited for a while, and being a space cadet and all, I soon forgot what we were all doing.
Then the monsters came.
People taking damage everywhere! My brain just started doing what I had trained it to do for so long: heal as fast as possible. I ran around a bit behind them all, healing myself as I went.
"Estar, what are you DOING?" I start to hear over voice chat.
Oh darn. Oh darn. I just healed, didn 't I. Oh darn. I am SUCH AN IDIOT!
"Estie, were you...." I recognized that confused baritone as my closest in-game friend. "Estie, were you just...healing?? Ahahahahhahahha...."
Hmmph. Some in-game best friend/fiancee! (Just a joke, don't y'all go getting your panties in a bunch!)
The next voice was that of the raid's main healer. "Estar...why are you over there...you'll be real lucky if I can reach you."
Oh dear lord. If he can't reach my body, as I ran too far away from him in my terror, I'll have to run all the way back through the dungeon to where the group is, while they WAIT FOR ME FOR LIKE, 5 MINUTES.
I could never live that down.
To my utter relief, the main healer's voice came back on again. "You are so lucky, Estar."
The little window opened for me to accept resurrection.
I accepted it, hands shaking.
And people wonder why I don't raid more often.

Marena