swamp monsters with balloons

guess what i would be running away from. my best friend said i would run from the balloons and the swamp monster would run away from me. i never really realise how much of a balloon phobic i really am until last friday. but i suppose the whole thing was played up due to the fact that there were 13 people in a tiny meeting room made for 5. and there were 9 other people blowing up balloons happily obilivious to the possibility of one popping in such a small space. can you imagine the sound? O.o i spent the next few minutes wincing. and the rest of the morning jumping each time the biggest balloon roll gently over the bunch of candies on the table [the candies had sharp looking wrappers. i'm sorry, but balloons really should be enjoyed from afar.
i begged the person sitting next to me not to blow his up too big. he laughed. then someone else laughed because my balloon was the tiniest. given the opportunity, i wouldn't have blown it up at all. but since it was a seminar and all that.... certain sacrifices had to be made.


sometimes i think, possibly maybe, people move along life's road walking backwards. and because they do not see what's behind them, they have a tendency of running into things.