Fears

I find the fact that everyone’s fears are different quite amusing. How one day a person could go from fearless to fearful, in an instant, over something they didn’t even know existed prior to whatever awful experienced caused those feelings. I’m not sure anyone truly understands why we fear what we do, except for the person with those fears. Though judging sometimes can be the easy route, no one truly has any right, for fear is in everyone. There will always be people out there, who find the fact that you can’t get over the fear possessed within you, insane. There will always people out there that simply don’t understand why.  Up until about last week, I never really could find my fear. Sure, I didn’t like bugs, and I didn’t find clowns all that funny, but I never felt the trembling fear I had heard about in stories. Never felt so scared that I was simply paralyzed with fear. Of course that all changed the very first time I ate outside in Florida, when suddenly I was surrounded by birds. Each one starring with deathly black eyes, ready to pounce at any second, within an instance every bone in my body began to shake. Not only was I fearful of them being even remotely close to me, but also if they were to attack, one could get stuck in my hair, peck my eye out, kill me, WHO KNOWS. The worst part of all though, was that once I realized this fear, I had hidden within me, I think the birds did too. More and more I would notice them swarming near my general vicinity waiting to pounce at any second, knowing they didn’t have to do much to get me up out of my chair and moving in the opposite direction. I can’t truly explain why I fear birds the way I do. I can’t fully comprehend how cute photographed creatures can morph into monsters when within the surroundings of my person. All I really know is my fear, birds, and just like the birds that fear is not going away anytime soon.

Eve Holbrook