How great would that be at parties: 'Yeah, in my free time I like to be a submissive. A submissive Christian clown... Wait why are you running away?'

Now I'm thinking of submissive Christian clowns and it's your fault. 

While other people make atheism their religion - and it works not much better 

We weren't actually discussing religion or atheism. We were discussing submissive Christian clowns. 

But this image is now firmly stuck into my head.

Friday night there were two people in clown costumes... I actually spent a lot of time talking to them. I managed to see the person below the makeup.

One was a psycho clown with a plastic hand hanging in a string from his neck... the other was a female harlequin clown...

I'm actually proud of myself! 

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I am terrified of spiders. But I can live with that, because spiders don't have wings and can't fly, so I can move out of their way.

Therefore, I am even MORE terrified of (I think the English term is) Daddy Longlegs. Because they are like gigantic spiders with wings - I hate them to pieces. Luckily my dog and one of my cats will happily chase and eat them. They are my life savers when hubby is away.

I have a Myrmecophobia (fear of ants), Cynophobia (fear of dogs), Pyrophobia (fear of fire), and countless other fears I don't want to share because they can be used against me.

Now, my fear of ants is not overly so; if I see one ants crawling across the floor I won't scream at the top of my lungs. But if colony of ants, prehaps squirming over dead roadkill or picking over the remains of leftover food, were to show up, I would probualy have to stiffen a scream. I have nightmares of ants, crawling all over my skin, scuttering into my eyes and eating me from the inside... oops... probualy should try not to give you nightmares as well. And I'm not afraid of all bugs; I would be perfectly content with letting a spider sit on my finger, as long as I was sure it wasn't posionous. No, it's just ants I'm afraid of. (As if something summoned it, an ant just crawled over my papers. Seriously, it did)

I don't know why I'm afraid of dogs. I just am. I have no recollection of a tragic incident with a dog when I was young, nor any time when a dog as harmed me. They just exist.

My fear of fire came from an unknown place within my Mind Palace. Ever since I was young I have been afraid of fire... yet kind of in awe of it. There's this air of brilliance that surrounds it, as if it's announcing, "Everyone, I am the most wonderful thing on this Earth; even God cannot control me!"

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