Nothing to fear but fear itself... and spiders

Well. It's Friday. Finally. And I'm going home for the weekend! That's right, I have an internship interview on Monday, and I'm flying in today. Always love a good flight. Airports, layovers, and bears, oh my! (Don't worry, there usually aren't actually bears, that was a one time thing).

More importantly though, I saw the Reduced Shakespeare Company last night!... No, that's inaccurate... I didn't just see- I was on stage with them!! I was one of their 2 "volunteers" (who are pulled up on stage without volunteering). I got to run back and forth across the stage to metaphorically represent the psychological distress Ophelia goes through before killing herself. It was quite the experience. The strangest part though (other than the audience yelling "cut the crap Hamlet, my biological clock is ticking and if you liked it then you should've put a ring on it") was the fact that I wasn't nervous. Why is that strange? Well I get nervous when I speak in front of class, but I was fine in front of thousands of people. They say that public speaking is the chief fear of the American people. To that, I say BS.

I'm pretty sure that
Death, snakes, spiders, and taxes
Are much scarier

Really, I get nervous during public speaking, but I don't fear it. I do, however, fear spiders, taxes, heights, fear itself, and Dick Cheney. Chances are whoever did that study measured fear based solely on nervousness being an indicator for fear, and as a result had skewed findings, since people don't tend to get butterflies in their stomachs when they think about death. Good lord. Sociology has me thinking all sociologically. I need to stop!

EXIT PURSUED BY BEAR

The title quote is from a Robot Chicken sketch. And yes, I know that I've discussed public speaking as a fear before, but this is in a different sense. So there.