March 25, 2013

monday. afraid

I am afraid of many things. deep water. the ocean, usually. im not exactly an A-grade swimmer. the only memories i have of going to the beach include occasionally almost drowning in the deep ocean and being rescued by a classmate or friend who has to drag me into shallows. For this reason, i'm also not particularly fond of boats, either. or bridges. for my birthday last year my partner bought us two tickets to climb the highest bridge in Brisbane. so, that should be interesting ...

I'm slightly thanatophic. i cannot imagine suddenly not being. it scares me to think i will one day no longer see, hear, or think. i will be nothing, and i will be no one. i will be in the ground. or in the heavens. i haven't quite decided which yet.

I am also afraid of balloons. just when they pop. the idea of exploding rubber whipping me in the face or eyes scares me just a little. and the noise. that godawful noise that hits you like a truck - surprising and shocking at the same time. our instincts tell us to run at the first sign of danger. a loud noise, for example. a gunshot and a balloon popping i would imagine sound very similar. or else, that is my reasoning anyway.


1 comment:

  1. Loud noises, unexpected loud noises, are so disconcerting to me that my dearest husband always ALWAYS tells me when he is about to make a big noise. Then I'll be out somewhere or at a friend's and the noises come with no warning; I jump and get upset too-balloons popping is another noise I don't like. Gunshots, cars backfiring, firecrackers, the noise when a person slams the card deck onto the table to align the cards, jets taking off or landing, loud motorcycles and cars... all these things are unexpected and upsetting. I'm with you, Rhiannon.