Yesterday, I faced two of my biggest, most irrational fears: the bank and styrofoam. The former isn’t so much of a fear as it is an annoyance. It gives me great anxiety, even walking into a bank. The atmosphere is like that of a doctor’s office. It’s rarely pleasant – I find the whole experience nerve wracking. I can’t really explain why, but I do avoid banks at all costs. Yesterday, however, I had to open a new bank account, because my bank is in Florida and it was getting to be a huge hassle. Can you believe it took me two years to finally open an account in a New York bank? That’s how much I hate banks. I’m a nut case.
Styrofoam, however. Styrofoam should be destroyed forever, along with chalk. If I had to list my two biggest enemies in life, they would be styrofoam and chalk. That’s right – they’re inanimate objects. Inanimate objects of pure evil. I just shivered, thinking about it. Anyway, my serger finally arrived, yesterday. Bobby fell asleep early and I had to open and unpack it myself. You can imagine how horrific this experience was, since it is packed in STYROFOAM.
Now, I have never packed or unpacked my serger before. I always, always have someone (Bobby, Tessa, Kimberly) do it for me, while I wait in the other room, with a pillow over my head or my hands over my ears, humming loudly. I completely understand if you are judging me right now, because it’s a little ridiculous. But seriously, styrofoam gives me the heebie jeebies. It feels and sounds like my personal hell. When I unpacked the serger, I screamed, threw the styrofoam and ran in the other room. Miku thought it was a game, so she jumped up and ran after me; Vester took off in the other direction (the cats were totally judging me). About ten minutes later, I was finally able to complete the job. I felt accomplished and really dumb, all at the same time. I did have goosebumps for quite awhile, though.
belt: thrifted (or from my mom’s store; I can’t remember)