Ignorance is the parent of fear.....

Fears...we all have them.

Some of them have reasons...stories....memories.

A spider once had babies in my room, under my bed. It, and it's babies, feasted on my back one night while I was sleeping. My entire back was covered in hundreds of spider bites. It was swollen, itchy, and painful. I didn't tell my mom....figured she'd say something about me needing to clean under my bed more often! :-) The school sent me home that day, after my gym teacher saw my back while I was changing for class. To this day, I'm not fond of spiders. Go figure! :-)

Some are caused by overactive imaginations.

I once wouldn't go into my bedroom, because a red stain on the carpet, in the middle of my room (that had been there forever) was, in my mind.....going to spontaneously combust. Trapping me in my room to burn and perish in gruesome ways.

Some fears make sense.

Drowning, burning, torture......it makes sense to be afraid of these things.

And some fears are irrational....they make no sense what so ever.

Eyelash curlers....just the very idea of using one scares the crap out of me. It's silly really, I mean, people all over the world use them. What harm could come of such a simple device?


Does anyone out there have a fear that makes no sense? Irrational with a capital 'I'??


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