Balloons are evil

What happens when you have a rainy day at the beach? You blog about some complete randomness, if you’re me.

We went to watch the Cape Fear Roller Girls bout in Wilmington on Saturday the 24th. I’ll write more about that later but I will say this; they are awesome and they won. The crowd really gets into it in Wilmington. I’m talking about air horns, loud music, signs, etc. Logan came with us of course and she didn’t seem to mind the all the noise. We did make her some make-shift ear plugs, though. We were impressed that it didn’t upset her and it got me thinking about how I hated loud noises when I was little. One that particularly disturbed me was balloons. Yes, like the way kids are scared of clowns (someone believed to bring joy); I was scared of the balloon.

Who thought it was a good idea to give kids these nerve-racking, ear blasting devices at birthday parties? All they were going to do with them is stomp on them, twist them or squeeze them until they pop. Of course, you could always use them as an air-filled baton to beat someone over the head repeatedly. I could never totally relax at a party where balloons were present. I was always keeping an eye on them, like you would a shady looking person you walk by in a dim lit area. I would always expect any kid that came near one was going to pop it and even though I would watch them, the noise still startled me.

I didn’t even trust them in my own possession. I would always think they would find their way to the ceiling and pop themselves on one those textured bumps. Or just pop on their own for no reason at all. I only felt relief when they would start to lose air and sink closer to the floor. Not only the popping could be offensive but the squeaking when you rubbed your hands across it or the shrill sound when you slowly let the air out. Then what about the chalky, nasty tasting residue they leave on your lips after you blow them up. It probably will be something shown to cause cancer in the future.

Now whenever I see a balloon floating up into the air, I am relieved because that balloon can never be popped by child and wreak havoc on the nerves of others like me.