I am terrified of thunderstorms. Not in a "oh they scare me so I'm just going to stay inside" kind of way. I'm talking shaking in my boots boo hooing like a 3 year old. In college, I was stuck inside of a mall during a HUGE thunderstorm and hid in the racks of clothes (I wish I was making this up). On my flight back from Kenya, we landed in a lightning storm and I had my first hysterical melt down. Yes...I was that crazy lady on the plan shaking and crying and screaming that I was never leaving the ground again...ever. Needless to say, thunderstorms bother me. Two days ago...the news got worse.
Now I may be terrified of thunder storms, but I am petrified of tornadoes. They haunt my nightmares. No joke. Just last week I was sucked into oblivion by a tornado that hit my apartment complex (in my dreams of course). In high school I saw a funnel cloud and nearly fainted while driving.
Is my fear rational?....No. Is it annoying?.....yes. During all of this, I was at school. While at school I take the responsibility of watching over my 90 some students. It is a bit difficult to act like a grown up when you feel sick to your stomach watching the clouds get darker...and darker...and darker. One of my students asked me if I liked thunderstorms. I quickly replied NO. They then said their sister was scared of thunderstorms as well. I said their sister and I had that in common. They said their sister was 3. I didn't feel any better. Where does this fear come from? I have no idea. I can only hope that I will "grow" out of it. Thankfully, 3 hours later it looked like this outside.
Stupid Thunderstorms.
~Ashley
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