Assignment 10- Taylore Jordan

There are two things that come to mind when I think of things that scare me; balloons and cats. Weird, and rather uninteresting, I know, but there's something about the unpredictability and spontaneity of them that I fear. It's super easy to love dogs... they're family animals and you can touch them without fear of them clawing you. Cats, however, don't appear to be as friendly and will scratch you. I'm not sure if there was an experience I had as a child, or if I'm just a normal person who doesn't want to feel victimied in reciprocation for my love, but I prefer dogs to cats so much as to say that I fear cats. Cats seem to be pretty skiddish in nature, but I seem to be the one running from them instead of the other way around. Balloons aren't that dangerous. They're just comprised of stretchy material filled with air. But please, oh please, not too much air because, heaven forbid, these balloons can only hold so much air and will spontaneously pop when they are overfilled, resulting in me screaming. I can't stand them! As the pressure in the balloons is increasing, the stress and anxiety I feel increases proportionally. I try to cover my ears and close my eyes, but my anxious self is just waiting for that balloon to pop. It scares me like no other, but the relief of the pressure being let out is rewarding. Woo wee.