I was so excited to write this blog post, but I’d be lying if I said it was easy. I thought long and hard about what would be a good secret to share, but I’m really just not that exciting.
I guess I could share a silly secret, like the fact that I’m so easily influenced by scary movies that even though I saw Paranormal Activity well over a year ago, I STILL can’t sleep with my foot out from under the covers because I’m deathly afraid something will drag me out of bed. It doesn’t even seem to matter that I spent the first 21 years of my life with one foot out of the blankets. It was all over after that movie.
Or, I could share an embarrassing secret like my lingering obsession with the music of *NSYNC and Britney Spears. When I’m in the car by myself, I absolutely love to blast some *NSYNC or Britney and dance like a crazy person. Don’t judge. This post is about secrets, after all.
Or, I could share a sweet secret…
Like the fact that the first time I told Mr. Cardigan I loved him was actually months before he thought it was. I was rubbing his back one day and I traced the words “I love you” on his back, wondering if he’d notice (he didn’t). I was too chicken to actually say it for a while longer, but I still count that as the first time I told him, even though he didn’t know about it until just a few months ago!
But, none of those secrets are really exciting enough. I guess I’ll have to settle on telling you about one of my irrational fears (out of the many that I have).
I am deathly afraid of Chuck E. Cheese. Well, not just Chuck E. Cheese. Really, I’m deathly afraid of ANY person dressed up in a huge animal costume. I have no logical reason why, but there it is. I’m terrified of them.
Mr. Cardigan always laughs at me when we go to Six Flags, because I am constantly dodging giant Bugs Bunnies and Marvin the Martians. I won’t go within 200 or so feet of them because I’m terrified they will try to interact with me or, God forbid, hug me.
Oh, and you know what’s even worse than overly friendly people dressed as cartoon characters? Clowns. O-M-G I hate clowns. They make me so nervous, and every time I see one my heart instantly starts pounding and I begin looking for my escape route.
Am I crazy? Maybe. But I’m telling you, those costumes are scary!
Do you have any irrational fears? Please share! I won’t judge ”“ after all, mine are completely ridiculous too! 🙂