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Irrational Fear I have been told that there is no irrational fear, that all fear is irrational. I have fears that I think are more irrational than others and when I think about it, they are all quite amusing. I have a fear of birds shitting on me, to the point where I have devised a way of not getting shat on. I know that the only bird that can fly backwards is the hummingbird, and not only do we not have them in New Zealand, but they are so small that I'm sure a hummingbird poo isn't much to worry about. So if I see birds sitting on overhead powerlines, I always walk behind them because I know if they fly away, they'll fly the other way. I haven't been crapped on yet. I have a mild fear of heights, but I'm not actually scared of the height, more of falling. I don't stand on ledges of tall buildings. I have a fear of losing things at work, and I can't stand being disorganised. I am so pedantic about this, to the point where all my 10 trays have p-touch labels on them. Even the folders inside the trays are labelled. My pens are labelled, my stapler is labelled, my scissors are labelled, my sellotape dispenser is labelled. I sort my papers into seperate piles and label them with post-it notes describing what they are and what needs doing. I could just be a pedantic perfectionist, but I think I may be neurotic wench with an obsessive compulsive labelling disorder. When I was a small child, my parents invented a "boogie man" which they called The Torch Man. If we were late going to bed they would say, "Hurry up and get to bed otherwise The Torch Man will shine his torch on you!" As this is quite frightening for a 6 year old, we always quickly jumped into bed. When we got a little older and stayed up a little later, we noticed someone actually shining a torch into our bedroom window late at night. My sister and I assumed this was my parents playing a cruel joke on us, and pretended to humour them. When questioned, my parents revealed that "The Torch Man" was actually a released mental patient that lived 2 houses away. In the middle of the night, he would walked down the street shining his torch into the houses. Once again, frightening. Even for a bold 14 year old. When my sister and I got a little bolder, we snuck out armed only with a 9 volt torch, and shone our light in The Torch Man's house. Amusing.
Other amusing and odd fears (and these aren't all mine):
Naturally lubricated waterproof hamsters (penguins) If you have a phobia that is amusing, I want to know. |