(A winged psychokinetic me. That's very fitting.)
Now you may be wondering why I'm afraid of birds... This takes me back to a maniac five year old girl who was me.
I don't know why I did this... I saw an egg outside and got annoyed by it always on the ground SO I SMASHED IT! I then continued playing outside like nothing ever happened.
It was an egg from the store according to my mom. Then explain the blood!!!!! Okay, I might be overdoing it. But seriously there was either blood or watching someone die of cancer when I was four and my teen years have screwed up the memory.
In recent years, birds have been swooping down to attack me so I can hardly go outside without being scared.
Birds do believe that in this world, it's kill or be killed.
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My (Ir) Rational Fears
Non-FictionLaugh at me, I don't care. Pretty? That's what they all say. Potato? That's not random anymore. Kinkajou? Aww such a cute nocturnal creature. Show me mercy.