7 Completely Ridiculous, Absolutely Absurd Irrational Fears


When faced with obstacles (mostly that I’ve placed in the way of my own success), I’ve found solace in David J. Schwartz‘s quote that “action cures fear.”

However,  I’m not sure what can cure this hodge-podge of irrational fears that I (with the help of some friends) have amassed to poke fun at our over-reactive, hyper-stimulated pysches. That, and they truly are our completely irrational fears.

One – Being in California when the next earthquake hits. It’s overdue.

Two – Not being able to watch the people who put your luggage on the plane do their jobs because they are more likely doing something far worse. They are just so sketchy looking. What? Don’t judge. Oh, wait.


Three – Being in a pool or jacuzzi by yourself and being pulled under and drowned by an invisible man. Watch the X-Files, much?

Pool at night
Pool at night (Photo credit: Mel B.)

Four – If not in my car before I open the garage door then I open myself to an eminent zombie attack. Brain – 0; Zombies – 1.

I should consider getting this car.

What about you?

Scared child
Scared child (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What are some of your irrational fears? Maybe you’ll find others who have the same fear as you! Share in the comments.

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Writing Prompt: Traveling The World – Start In California

Writing Prompt:

Not everyone wants to travel the world, but most people can identify at least one place in the world they’d like to visit before they die. Where is that place for you, and what will you do to make sure you get there?

Writing Response

Who on earth DOESN’T want to travel the world? I’d argue that we all want to explore and experience new things. This was the case for me when I travelled cross country to plant my roots in the dry desert dirt. And this was the case when I left for two weeks for a California adventure.

For much of my life, California was one of the places I needed to visit before perishing.

To start, much of California looks like Arizona — a desert. But this may have been due to where we were driving in from. Maybe. Possibly.

Then I came to know the rushing waterfalls of Yosemite, the clammy (in smell and in temperature) air of San Francisco that is key to their mouth-watering sourdough, the majestic towering red woods in Big Sur, the eclectic hotel of Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo, swam with the garibaldi as they took food directly from my hand on the romantic island of Catalina and then visited the magical kingdom that is Disneyland.

There are so many stories (and pictures!) that I would like to share with you in the coming days of that whirlwind trip. And I will. I just urge that you be a little patient as I get acclimated back to life and this delicious 115-degree weather.

Photographic Response

pea soup

golden gate bridge

sneaky beer




los osos

los osos too

los osos shore

madonna inn


food market


rum punch