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Does this look like something nightmarish? Bad example?

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This morning when I was driving to work, I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a guy on a motorcycle. He was wearing a Skeletor mask.

My first reaction was, "Is he the Angel of Death? Am I going to die today?"

How did I even get there? Shouldn't my initial reaction be, "Only in Austin will you see a guy on a motorcycle wearing a Skeletor mask. I wonder which of my co-workers knows him."

I have weird fears. My mind will just "go there" when confronted something strange.

L.E. sat on my chest one time and put her hands on my neck to give me a hug. I immediately mistook it as her trying to strangle me and she is going to end up a serial killer.

I assure you nothing traumatic happened in my childhood to give me this bizarre paranoia.

Except for the clown.

When I was four, we were at some Halloween party at a big restaurant. I was dressed as a princess. I asked my mom if I could go to the bathroom by myself. She said sure. When I was coming back, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and there was a werewolf and a clown. The werewolf was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. The clown was guilty by association. My screams were so loud that they almost put the restaurant on lockdown because people assumed I was being abducted.

Ever since then, I'm scared of clowns. All types...Ronald McDonald, Bimbo, Killer Klowns, clown dolls, Jack-in-the-Boxes, etc.

Seeing Poltergeist at age 7 may have contributed to this.

So yes, I have an irrational fear of clowns. And I always assume the worst is going to happen even when it's just a dude dressed as Skeletor. On a motorcycle. In January...

I can't be the only one with a strange fear. Please tell me:

What are your crazy, irrational fears?



 

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