Well, it's official: I am the crazy balloon lady. I can't remember if I posted this story or not, but a month or so ago, I was waiting on this woman at The Co-op. She was with her little daughter, and her daughter had a balloon. Now, most people who know me know that I'm afraid of balloons. Terrified, if you must know. It wasn't always that way -- I can remember once, circa 1988 or so, a boyfriend came to visit me in Pittsburgh and bought me a balloon at Papermart. I remember we walked down Baum Boulevard to Ritter's Diner, and that while inside, the balloon popped, scaring the hell out of me. Maybe that's when it started. I'm not sure.
At any rate, when I was waiting on this woman a month or so ago, her daughter was very curious, getting closer, getting into all of the stuff, and all the while, edging that nasty, nasty balloon closer and closer to me. Finally I took a step back and said -- to her mother, or maybe just to myself -- "I'm sorry. I'm just really afraid of balloons." And this woman was so fucking great! No judgment, no staring at me like I was from another planet, she just calmly and matter-of-factly asked her daughter to stand a few feet away, said I was afraid of balloons, and said that they had to be respectful of that. How great is that?
So fast forward to today. Today I noticed a woman and a child walk into the store, the child holding a balloon. And sure enough, they came through my line, and wouldn't you know it -- it was the exact same mother and child! I told her I was afraid of balloons, and she instantly apologized, saying she had forgotten (which was when I realized it was the same woman). Apparently her daughter goes to a lot of birthday parties at the gymnastics school upstairs, hence the constant stream of balloons. I laughed about it a lot, because, really, what are the odds? And again, she had her daughter keep a safe distance, but yes, it still made my heart go pitty-pat, just the same.
So there you go -- I'm the crazy balloon lady. Mock me all you want, but balloons are scary as hell!
At any rate, when I was waiting on this woman a month or so ago, her daughter was very curious, getting closer, getting into all of the stuff, and all the while, edging that nasty, nasty balloon closer and closer to me. Finally I took a step back and said -- to her mother, or maybe just to myself -- "I'm sorry. I'm just really afraid of balloons." And this woman was so fucking great! No judgment, no staring at me like I was from another planet, she just calmly and matter-of-factly asked her daughter to stand a few feet away, said I was afraid of balloons, and said that they had to be respectful of that. How great is that?
So fast forward to today. Today I noticed a woman and a child walk into the store, the child holding a balloon. And sure enough, they came through my line, and wouldn't you know it -- it was the exact same mother and child! I told her I was afraid of balloons, and she instantly apologized, saying she had forgotten (which was when I realized it was the same woman). Apparently her daughter goes to a lot of birthday parties at the gymnastics school upstairs, hence the constant stream of balloons. I laughed about it a lot, because, really, what are the odds? And again, she had her daughter keep a safe distance, but yes, it still made my heart go pitty-pat, just the same.
So there you go -- I'm the crazy balloon lady. Mock me all you want, but balloons are scary as hell!
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..one I had invited to an event I was having...I had an exotic dancer coming to it..she was doing some special performances....one of which she came out completely covered in balloons and let people pop them
...my friend was totally torn between oogling the dancer and needing to be away from the balloons... she would walk up to get a closer look at her and run to the other side of the club once anyone got anywhere near the balloons to "remove" them...I felt such horrible guilt about the whole situation as I had forgotten about this particular issue...needless to say..anytime I asked her to go anywhere with me for months after that she asked about whether or not their would be balloons present...*guilt*
This is veganlove from okcupid by the way...
I AM SOOOOOO AFRAIND OF BALLOONS!!!
It started when i was a kid when i luved ballons but oneday i was blowing one up to see how big it could get and it BLEW UP IN MY FACE!!! it stug like nothin else i swear! so im cryin and crying and my brothers and sister are laughin and laughin....i was o traumatised...obviously.
I visably cringe away from ballons when they are around. THey sorta burnn into my head like they're eminating some kind of narrier orf explosiveness. I've yelped out loud when they've popped unexpecteldy. I dont like picking them up espcially if theyre on the ground--theres bound to be something shapr to pop it! if one floats onto the carpet or worse the grass o just get super tense and feel like im gonna die!
but its not like its irrational. i mean think about it:
A BALLOON IS AN EXPLOSION WATING TO HAPPEN!!!
They are satanic!
now thats a post...
ur fellow ballonaphobe
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