Today is day two of the Great A-Z Blog Challenge, and since we are following alphabetic themes, today is B-day. Anyone here for the Epic Follower Blogfest/Contest, I will add my revised tweet-length pitch to this post later today. Stay tuned!
There are now nearly 1200 participants in the A-Z Challenge. Amazing! I think I managed to read about 25 of them yesterday. Everyone's coming up with awesome ideas to write about. It's going to be a fun month.
So what's my B-subject? Balloons. That's right. Balloons. Why? You ask. Well, Balloons are my nemesis. Nay, Balloons are my archenemy. Nemesis implies some sort of love lost, or some sort of potential for something other than outright loathing. There is none of that for me and Balloons.
You know how some people have irrational phobias against spiders (I hate them too, actually), heights, small spaces, open spaces, the number 13, and various and sundry other silly things? That's me with Balloons. They scare the crap out of me. I have no idea why. It's stupid and embarrassing and, of course, irrational. But I cannot be in a room with balloons or my heartbeat races, I get sweaty and panicky, I get all nauseous, and most of all I just want to escape.
I've been this way for as long as I can remember. Oddly, my mother has the same fear. I don't know if I ended up with it because it's a learned behavior from watching her when I was a small child, or some bizarre genetic twist of fate, but it is what it is. It defies explanation.
My kids have suffered through life never having owned a Balloon (as much as you can suffer from balloon deprivation - which I suspect isn't much), and my husband thinks I'm nuts (although he's so scared of spiders that when he sees one he screams like a girl, then swears like a sailor, and forces me to kill it).
But I can't help it. It's not something I can get over. I've tried. And, in the end, as it turns out, it's not so difficult to live a Balloon-free life.
So what's your phobia? C'mon, you know you have one. Everyone does!