I am being serious right now, I really cannot be around the latex/rubber types of balloons. Your standard "fun" balloons that come in packs of 50-- PURE HELL FOR ME.
If they come near me, I freak out. I have anxiety about them popping. They're not fun. I don't know who thought they would be fun? I mean they could go at any time! Right in your face! POP!
Gross!
I don't know where this fear started? I know it hasn't been around my whole life because I distinctly remember liking the balloon volleyball my sister and I would play when I was around age 6. Maybe right after that?
Maybe I was a soldier in a war in a past life? Maybe I was a gun shy dog? I don't know-- all I know is-- I hate balloons.
Now let's get to my main point: The Movie about Balloons.
Someone got the bright idea to put a cute little old man and a cute fat kid in a CG Animated film about a house carried away by balloons.
Now I would see this movie if it weren't for 2 things: The Plot of a Movie and 3-D Glasses.
The plot of the movie worries me. I'm not quite sure what this is all about, but I know how most children's films go--what goes up MUST COME DOWN. According to standard themes and movie plots-- these balloons have a grand potential of popping--A LOT.
I'm not going to sit through my greatest fear for pleasure--wtf?!
You know what makes the plot even more intense?
3-D glasses! They make the balloons LIFE LIKE! NO WAY..
Now I've already been mocked for this fear (all the time, it's really funny guys, never gets old AT ALL). I've also been mocked for my fear of the movie Up. Whatever. I'll catch it on DVD.
*quick note--I like Mylar balloons (the metalic looking ones, they're not scary--neither are water balloons)
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It was the saddest movie, real tearjerker.
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