Friday, January 9, 2009

Patrick Bateman-esque Robert Plant

Irrational fears are something that can be endearing, worrying, or pant-wettingly terrifying looking on from the outside in. They're something everyone has, whether big or small. They can stem from childhood experiences, movies, trains of thought . . .

Time to take out the Depends yet?

Everyone else thinks they're ridiculous, but you know the truth. You know that he's out to get you. You can run, but you can't hide, because it's fate that you will be the sole sufferer of this affliction. And what makes it all worse, is that you know it's only a matter of time before it happens.

One of my greatest irrational fears stems from reading Wikipedia's article on American Psycho and hearing about the Shark Myth surrounding the band Led Zeppelin (long story short if you haven't heard the second one: the band had fun with a red-haired groupie and a red snapper -- yes, it will follow you into your nightmares). (If you value your sanity at all, you will not look up/read either of these. Seriously. Don't.) My subconscious made a connection, and I am now rigidly, irrevocably convicted that if I ever meet Robert Plant he will deliver me a horrifying, orifice-abusing, cannibalistic death. Sure, you laugh now (or, more likely, quietly edge away), but just wait until you find my violated corpse resting in Plant's hands, being cut up into little pieces along with a red snapper over a crock pot. And honestly, if you take one look at the man you'll agree my fear is not so irrational after all.

Not pictured here: chloroform-soaked rag and meat cleaver.

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