My irrational fear is...
So, David, he of Forking Mad fame, issued a challenge to write about irrational fears.
Oh boy.
I have several, but the first might be a bit... rational?
The one that might be rational is the fear of wasps. I might also classify that as hate. The reason it's a bit rational is that I had a bit of an allergic reaction after a wasp got me in the boob. I mean... Why??? Of course it happened because I was stupid, but still!
I'm only now thinking it's a reason to go to the doctor, as the skin got REALLY blotchy and thick after the sting.
My biggest irrational fear is spiders.
I once ran shrieking out of a zoo because I hadn't noticed the tarantula, and then it moved and it was huge. And yes, it was in a cage, and yes, it couldn't reach me, but in that moment I felt like a mouse.
My fear stems from two things.
Thing 1: I was in the garden on my towel, sunbathing, when my little brother tossed a big spider on my belly and laughed so hard when I shrieked and ran off, crying.
Thing 2: I was in the bathroom, towelling off when a huge spider (they are called wolf spiders here) fell down from the ceiling and into my lap.
I screamed, spread my legs so it fell in the toilet and then I pulled the plunger 3 times with the lid closed.
I may then have gotten dressed really fast, not noticing I put my shirt on backwards and everything, and the next week I only dared to shower in that bathroom after my dad inspected it.
Oh gods and now I remember that one time I wanted to pull the curtain closed and a wolf spider was sitting on top of the curtain.
So yeah, that's my irrational fear. What's yours?