I used to be afraid of feathers. My grandma used to have these huge pillows, made of snow white, light feathers. The would sometimes sneak out of the fabric and I would start screamig on the top of my voice. I believed with my 4 year old mind that thoe feathers were huge, scary spiders, and I guess it’s normal for a 4 year old to be scared of spiders. Over the time, I reallized that feathers had nothing to do with the spiders. The time even helped me to overcome the the fear o the spiders. Now, I could even kill aspider with my thumb if I have to.

Now I’m afaid of the babies. My roommate is having a baby boy, and I don’t want to spend nights listening to him, crying. I hope I’ll be so tired by the end of the day that I’ll fall asleep the moment I put my head on the bed. I’m already thinking of moving out, but it’s going to be really hard, when I have so much collge work to do. Let’s hope, he’s not going to be as bad as I’m imagining him to be.Don’t gt me wrong, babes are cute, it’s just the sound they make.