Freakin'

Some people think that I'm a drama queen and prone to somewhat neurotic behaviour. This was evident to me when my turkish girlfriend rang me from the airport, where she was fleeing the country, and said "ooooh I will miss all your drama's you little drama queen". I laughed along...but then stopped, scratched my head and thought, will that really be how I am remembered? Is that my hallmark? Will it be written on my gravestone: She lead a full life, as a drama queen?? Part of what adds to my neurotic behaviour are certain aversions to things. This includes a "clown phobia" that had been with me since childhood http://www.ihateclowns.com/ . The mere sight of these evil, painted, crazed carnival folk send me clambering up poles and running in the opposite direction whilst hyperventilating. Some rather cruel friends delight in my fear and through high school tempted me with slumber parties only to slip in the video of Stephen Kings "IT" to watch me scream and bury myself in my sleeping bag whilst they whispered "Hello Georgie" in the dark. And then there was the placement of the soft toy clown with a fork stuck in it's eye positioned so I would stumble upon it in the dark. I also had this strange dancing clown musical box when I was little that suddenly went off in middle of the night and under the glow of my night light, this demented little clowns arms and legs sporadically dangled to the slowed down version of the musical box and writhed like it was having an epileptic fit. I discovered that my phobia is actually called "Coulrophobia". I discovered a similar phobia with a work associate who assisted with our stand at the recent careers expo over the weekend. As we were situated across the way from the ANZ stand, I wondered why my associate was turning in the opposite direction until she stammered " I can't look at it". I said "At what??". She said "The giant dancing ANZ pig". I glanced over at the stand and she was indeed terrified of the person in the oversized pink pig costume. HER phobia is of people in animal costumes. I don't know what this phobia is called, but I can relate. Everytime I looked at the pig, it waved and I must admit..it freaked me out. I think there is a weirdness about clowns and life sized animals that interact with children. It it that they are faceless?? Or that they are lurking behind a facade?? Clowns look evil. And animals are not meant to walk on two feet and be oversized, give out lollies and/or hug children. I've included a picture of the giant, dancing ANZ pig so you know what I am on about. Scary shit. I am amused by Brents phobia of buttons and also another phobia I read about and that is fear of gravy. As in the gravy that goes on roast dinners. We may laugh at these things, but fear should never be taken too lightly.
One persons buttons, or the glimpse of a clown is another persons big fat hairy spider. Respect y'all. Peace out from the big pink pig.