My Very Rational Fears

So when I started this blog, my original intention was to keep myself busy during my summer as an intern, and I did not think that it was going to go very far, but I was mistaken. My number of readers has tripled from 2 to at least 6 now, and I have been spurred by two of my readers for another post. So I am reviving the blog, and bringing it to the collegiate level.



So I don't really have anything interesting to write about. I have been thinking about it for a while and will most likely come up with something worth writing in the future, but for now I am going to go with a suggestion from my brother Luke. He told me to do a post on irrational fears I have.



The only problem is, my fears are VERY rational.



So here we go! My top 5 completely rational fears.



5. Braids- When I was in gymnastics, I would occasionally wear braids because they succeeded in holding my hair tight enough to keep it in for 4 hours of intense physical activity. Their flip-ability rating was very high in my books. I soon discovered however that every time I wore them, something dreadful happened. It first started out as not doing as well at practice, then I would mess up at meets, and the culmination was the day I broke my arm, all of which occurred while I was sporting braids. From that time on I have probably only wore braids once in my life, for fear of a piano falling from the sky and dropping on my head since each time I wear braids the disaster level only increases. French braids however do not fall in the braid category for me. For some reason, the fact that they are securely strapped to my head and not flailing about provides me some comfort.



4. PDA - Public Displays of Affection. I hate it! I don't mind it so much for other people, except when they start kissing in front of me, but in my own personal relationships, the fear is insurmountable. I dated a boy last year for 7 months, and there were probably only 3 times total that I even held his hand in public because of my fear, and it was NEVER in front of a crowd or anyone I knew. I don't know where this fear came from (my theory is it is a result of 3 older brothers teasing me about boys, and a fear of letting them know that I like a boy), or why it doesn't apply to anyone else, but even just thinking about committing the PDA felony gives me the heebie jeebies.



3. The gremlins - I saw this movie once when I was younger, and I STILL have recurring nightmares. 'Nough said.



2. Cars - Cars are probably the scariest things in the world to me. For some reason, I just absolutely hate them, no matter how safe the driver. When someone offers to drive me somewhere, initially I think to myself, I'd rather drive us because I trust me more than you, but then I think, I don't trust myself that much, so usually by the end of our conversation I'm convincing them to walk there instead. It is almost guaranteed that if I am driving in your car, I will be grasping onto the armrests for dear life - as if they're going to do anything for me in a car crash.

1. Throwing up - So when I said cars were the scariest things in the world, I lied. Throwing up is the scariest thing in the world. You'll think I'm kidding when I say this, but I kid you not. I would rather die than throw up. When I have the urge to throw up, I stay put for hours on end fighting it down until it finally reaches the point where I move an inch and the vomit goes flying. I NEVER make it to the bathroom for this reason. I try to convince my body that it doesn't need to throw up, but I always lose. In the end I usually feel better, but the pain you go through is completely not worth it.