This is my sister Mrs Ryan. She might just be the funniest person I know and, combined with a strong bitchy streak, she most certainly keeps me on my toes.
So it should have come as no surprise when she turned up to Mum's house for a long lunch on Saturday with a large bunch of helium balloons. Which it probably appropriate for a birthday celebration, but she knows that I suffer from globophobia.
Globophobia is a fear of balloons. It is a real thing. I have suffered from globophobia ever since I blew up a balloon so big at high school that it popped and the rubber flung, snapped if you will, into my eyeball, causing me temporary blindness for a few minutes.
I find balloons to be far too unpredictable for my liking. Balloons in cars would have me reaching for a calming medication, all of that unpredictability flying around, hitting me in the head or worse. Popping.
So I probably was not as relaxed as I could have been on Saturday, as I needed to keep my wits about me as Mrs Ryan would wait until I was sipping some wine in the sun, before chasing me around the garden with her globes of evil air.
Janine Robertson from Facebook sent me this yesterday.
A plastic sack of breath. It is so true! So why are you so fucking scary to me?
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| Nothing Scarier than a Clown |
The top 5 phobias roll out as follows.
- Arachnophobia - Spiders
- Acrophobia - Heights
- Agoraphobia - Open Spaces
- Claustrophobia - Confined Spaces
- Mysophobia - Germs
All nice, normal phobias. Texbook phobias, if you will. But the interesting thing is, that if you have a phobia of an unusual thing, there WILL be a name for it.
Tell me your strange phobia and I will tell you what it is called.
And then I will find you a support group to join.
Anyone else antsy about balloons?
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