Image from Alfred Hitchcock's 'The Birds'
I know why I am scared of birds, it all originates from my mum who is also scared of birds and I think seeing her scared made me think I should be scared too. Thanks mum!
The first time Brendan and I went away for the weekend we were on the beach eating fish and chips, not believing I was really that scared Brendan threw a chip at the seagulls. The seagulls then flocked to us for more chips well boy did I run whilst doing a very attractive hiccupy cry. In my terror I forgot to drop the chips and the seagulls chased me, honestly it still sends shivers up my spine. And as for Brendan, he has never tested my fear again.
My other big break down was in St. Marks Square in Venice, the pigeons there have no fear, they fly so close to your head, it was more than I could handle. I burst into a blubbering mess and my poor best friend had to drag me into the safety of a store selling glass-blown figurines. Luckily that was the only part of Venice that I found was overly populated with pigeons. But will I ever return to the Square? Highly unlikely.
I am mainly scared of the birds getting stuck around my head and flapping their feathers around my face. Oh gosh thinking about it makes me feel a little ill. I know it is so silly I feel so silly writing some of this but a lot of our fears are irrational. So tell me, what irrational fear do you have? Do you know why you have it?