Internal me: “OMG! What is that?! Run for the door, go find Ashley, what’s happening?”
*Flash of LIGHT*
Internal me: “This is the biggest thunderstorm ever! The world must surely be coming to an end. Oh my head is spinning, is this the end?!”
Yes, these were the thoughts running through my mind at 3:30am when the first crack of thunder shook our house this morning. My heart was pounding, I broke out into a sweat (or perhaps I was already sweating from the heat wave), and I was extremely confused.
I wish I could say that it was just the initial sound that frightened me, and that I quickly went back to sleep to the soothing sound of rain. But that would be a lie.
No, I am irrationally scared of thunderstorms. I’m talking run-to-you-mumzie’s-room-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-crawl-into-bed-at-the-age-of-18 scared of thunderstorms. I can’t explain it. I know in my own mind that there is nothing to be frightened of. I know the science behind it. I know that it’s just noise and light far above me. But, for some reason, when it’s dark out, and I hear that loud BANG, I start quivering.
When I told this story to Kim, she laughed at me and I said, “I know, I’m like a dog” and she replied “No, my dog isn’t afraid of thunderstorms. You’re like a small child”.
Is anyone else terrified of thunderstorms? Have any ridiculous fears? Share them, it would make me feel better.