Facing Your Fears

This post is a bit belated as I have been HELLA busy becoming a genuis and all of that. However, I think it is very important to trumpet from the interweb-rooftops that I have faced up to one of my biggest irrational fears: The Chicken.

As my loyal readers (all seven of you) know, chickens and I have a rocky past. And while I cannot say the bridge has been fully gapped, progress toward redemption has been made. That is right ladies and gentlemen. On Saturday last at a mighty Oktoberfest celebration, I, Elizabeth Anne, PET. A. CHICKEN.

Here is some photographic evidence for ye of little faith. That's right. Look at that brave face.

A woman, in lovely period attire, was HOLDING a chicken (actually she had three chickens in her arms) like is was no big deal (jobs I'll never be applying for - check that one off the list) and I mustered all of my courage and actually touched it. Look at it. I looks pretty demonic, doesn't it? I swear it was glaring at me AND went to peck my hand every time I got near its stupid chicken feathers (though, I guess if I were a chicken I wouldn't want cotton-candy-fingered people touching my downy softness either).

After being super proud of myself and demanding a handi-wipe and later a chocolate covered banana as my reward (I actually did neither of those things, but in retrospect I should have) I went on to pet a HORSE! Now, I have not yet revealed my trepidatious relationship with horses but, to recount, when I was 10 years old, my friend had a horse back riding birthday party, like ya do, and my horse, Taco, tripped over a rock and almost catapulted me into a ravine. No exaggeration. And then, to add insult to injury, the instructor yelled at me for falling off the horse, rather than clinging to the saddle so it could roll over onto my wee legs, and swung his greasy man-ponytail at me. So, horses and I don't have a good track (heh) record either. I passed on the pony rides (due partially to fear, but mostly to embarrassment) but I did pet the horse and felt even prouder of myself.

That's right. I'm laughing in the face of danger. HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!

I have faced my fears. And I am most pleased. UP NEXT, conquering my irrational childhood fears of leprosy and execution by the guillotine! I wasn't a weird kid at all.

P.S. I talk about chickens in this blog way more than I ever anticipated I would. I wonder what that says about me. Have I been supressing this my entire life? Mental note: worth looking into.