Believe it or not, I’m a big fraidy cat. There are lots of things that scare me, even though some of them don’t make much sense.
I’m afraid of heights and rats. I’m afraid of guns and death. I’m afraid of never getting married or not being good enough for anyone to love. I’m a little afraid to love. I’m afraid of being assaulted again. I’m afraid of failure. I’m terrified of clowns, but find mimes okay.
Some of these fears have back stories. Others don’t. Most of my fears are rational and normal, others aren’t.
But I guess all fears in a sense are irrational.