Michelle’s Monologue

I live a pretty typical life for an 18 year old girl. I like pretty typical things: books, music, movies, and going out. See? Pretty typical teenage things. I went to a pretty typical high school and had the typical high school experience. I had the high school drama. I had the catty girls in the hallways and snobby girls in gym class. I’ve gone out passed curfew. I made my parents mad. I started going clubbing. I lost friends and made better new ones. I went out with my best friend. I took pictures. See? All pretty typical high school things. I guess I have a not so typical fear. I have a big fear of birds. Like huge. It’s pretty bad. It’s a pretty terrible fear yet for some reason I love penguins. Penguins are birds yet I love them and not scared of them. That’s what everyone loves to point out to me. Yeah, i know it’s pretty weird. But at least my fear isn’t irrational. I do have a reason for my fear and it’s pretty funny. Yes, you can laugh. When I was 2 years old, I went to London with my family. We went to a park with a pond with our relatives and began eating ice cream cones. So there we were, just sitting innocently by the pond, when all of a sudden a big, white swan came running up to me, straight for me. No one else. It went straight for my ice cream and I wouldn’t let go. It began pecking at me and dragging me forward. Luckily, my uncle was able to me away from the damn bird before I got hurt. See? Not so irrational. I’m also scared of heights, but for no reason. All I know is if you put me in front of a bird I will freeze and either wait for it to go away on it’s own or have someone shoo it away. I can’t just walk passed it. But it’s pretty reasonable considering my fear. But my fear of heights? I have no idea why I’m so scared. Put me on a high ledge or airplane and I cry. Hell, I even cried going up the Eiffel Tower this past summer. For no reason besides getting further and further from the ground. That’s the only reason I can think of. So yep, those are my top two fears, always sitting in the front of my mind. Still typical? Maybe.