We all have irrational fears, not to mention rational ones. Me? I don’t do well with snakes, but they pretty much fall into the rational variety. Anything that can sneak up on you and deliver a lethal bite is worthy of my terror.
Of the irrational sort, I am afraid of clowns. In a big way. I’m a classic Bozo-phobe. I can even trace it back to an incident when I was about two years old and was taken to see a movie in a theater for the very first time. It was a matinee, back in the day when parents would drop kids off for the afternoon, unsupervised.Â Basically, it was anarchy. In between the Huey, Dewey and Louie cartoon and The Shaggy Dog, a special live appearance was made by Clarabell the clown. For those who don’t know, Clarabell was Howdy Doody’s sidekick. He didn’t speak (a particularly strange affectation embraced by some clowns) and only communicated through the honking of various horns. So this creep comes charging down the aisle, the kids go ballistic, and my brain exploded.
So it may be an irrational fear, but at least I have an excuse.
What irrational fears do you have?