Is it normal that balloons are my personal hell?
My whole life, I cannot STAND balloons. Whether it be at a birthday party as a child or a High School Graduation, balloons are my absolute nightmare. I genuinely can't explain why; maybe it's the fear of them popping (since I do not fair well with loud sudden noises), but it's something about balloons that seem so goddamn menacing. As a kindergartener, kids would chase me around with balloons because they knew I'd basically panic until I cried. I hate the sounds they make, latex or plastic or whatever, I hate the sound they make when they pop or deflate, and seeing giant boquets of balloons is like looking into hell for me. I've never had a particulary "bad" or "scarring" experience with them, so I guess it's just super irrational.
Am I insane for this?