My name is Puff, and I have a phobia.
It is so bad that I hang out in the kitchen at parties, and I avoid kids parties like the plague!
It is also so pathetically stupid and irrational that I tend to avoid telling people about it.
I cannot remember a time when I haven't been wary of them, but it all came to a head one drunken Christmas when my ex's dad decided to cure me, and ever since then I have been absolutely terrified of them!
I am speaking about balloons. Yes, those inflated latex spheres full of air that bob about at parties, the woman who once looked a 6'4 Welsh rugby player in the face and screamed "YOU DROP THAT HAND OR I WILL REMOVE YOUR TESTICLES WITH MY KNEE!" is scared of a balloon..
Well.. I'm scared they are going to all burst! I hate them! I avoid the balloon sellers at fairs, and if the kids get balloons, Hubby drives home incase one goes bang, as I am so scared of the bang I fear I might drive in to the Armco!
It really does ruin my life!
Yesterday I was put in to the worst situation in my life, a birthday party at work, and I was surrounded by.. you guessed it, balloons! Now I specifically said I don't mind the banners and the silly hats.. hell I'll even bake the cake, but PLEASE no balloons, I am a PETRIFIED of balloons! I think my cat would have taken more notice than these women!
I couldnt ruin the party for the birthday girl, so I stuck it out, and praise be the computers wouldnt work, so we moved rooms.. NO MORE BALLOONS right?
WRONG!
I dashed out the room, fighting the rising panic all the way and calmed myself down, to hear "Grab a balloon everyone, lets go!!"
2nd room they had a balloon fight and I kept whispering to my friend, "they are all going to go BANG I just know it!"
We stayed till 8 when the question was asked, "Whats going to happen to the balloons?"
I said, loudly "I dont care just let me out before you do it" when someone produced a car key and started bursting them, well I screamed, and someone burst another as the door opened.
Have you ever seen a nearly 6 foot woman scoot under a shorter man's arm to get out of a room? Aparently I was screaming at this time and saying nooo no no no no no!
Friends I am ashamed to say I RAN out of the building in tears, I was in the car park before anyone caught me, and I had a full scale, to the point I couldn't dial the number on my phone, panic attack in the car park to the extent a Good Samaritan called Hubby for me and asked him to come in to the car park and collect me!
All this because of a poxy balloon
I am now dreading Monday when I have to face everyone, and see them wonder how someone who can deal with spiders and has a bit of a screw you attitude can be so pathetic about an inflated disc of latex!
It is so bad that I hang out in the kitchen at parties, and I avoid kids parties like the plague!
It is also so pathetically stupid and irrational that I tend to avoid telling people about it.
I cannot remember a time when I haven't been wary of them, but it all came to a head one drunken Christmas when my ex's dad decided to cure me, and ever since then I have been absolutely terrified of them!
I am speaking about balloons. Yes, those inflated latex spheres full of air that bob about at parties, the woman who once looked a 6'4 Welsh rugby player in the face and screamed "YOU DROP THAT HAND OR I WILL REMOVE YOUR TESTICLES WITH MY KNEE!" is scared of a balloon..
Well.. I'm scared they are going to all burst! I hate them! I avoid the balloon sellers at fairs, and if the kids get balloons, Hubby drives home incase one goes bang, as I am so scared of the bang I fear I might drive in to the Armco!
It really does ruin my life!
Yesterday I was put in to the worst situation in my life, a birthday party at work, and I was surrounded by.. you guessed it, balloons! Now I specifically said I don't mind the banners and the silly hats.. hell I'll even bake the cake, but PLEASE no balloons, I am a PETRIFIED of balloons! I think my cat would have taken more notice than these women!
I couldnt ruin the party for the birthday girl, so I stuck it out, and praise be the computers wouldnt work, so we moved rooms.. NO MORE BALLOONS right?
WRONG!
I dashed out the room, fighting the rising panic all the way and calmed myself down, to hear "Grab a balloon everyone, lets go!!"
2nd room they had a balloon fight and I kept whispering to my friend, "they are all going to go BANG I just know it!"
We stayed till 8 when the question was asked, "Whats going to happen to the balloons?"
I said, loudly "I dont care just let me out before you do it" when someone produced a car key and started bursting them, well I screamed, and someone burst another as the door opened.
Have you ever seen a nearly 6 foot woman scoot under a shorter man's arm to get out of a room? Aparently I was screaming at this time and saying nooo no no no no no!
Friends I am ashamed to say I RAN out of the building in tears, I was in the car park before anyone caught me, and I had a full scale, to the point I couldn't dial the number on my phone, panic attack in the car park to the extent a Good Samaritan called Hubby for me and asked him to come in to the car park and collect me!
All this because of a poxy balloon
I am now dreading Monday when I have to face everyone, and see them wonder how someone who can deal with spiders and has a bit of a screw you attitude can be so pathetic about an inflated disc of latex!
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