So, I discovered, that since being “dive bombed” by a crow (3 times!) that I have developed
Corvidophobia. The fear of crows.
I guess if there’s a name for it, then I’m not the only one. crow haters unite!
Instead of feeling crazy, I decided to take it upon myself to look up a list of phobias and honestly, reading it helped so I had to share. And, interestingly, my current phobia, corvidophobia didn’t even make the cut, but Xanthophobia did? the fear of the color yellow?! Now, I wonder, did it make the cut because it sounds so cool to say xanthophobia?
My fear is actually a bit more difficult to pronounce and spell: cor-vi-do-phobia. Anyway, the point is to look at this list and be able to laugh at fear and how irrational it can become and paralyzing! And that almost anything can become a phobia.
Nevertheless, I don’t think that after today that I will become a corvidophile. That is the opposite. A crow lover or obsessor. Nope, don’t see that happening.
I want everyone to know, that I am NOT a fan of crows and apparently, they’re threatened by me! For the third time, I’ve been targeted, a crow dive bombed me! It touched my scalp!!! Ugh, and this was on the way to breakfast at Queen Mary.
The tea experience managed to help me out of my bad mood by the friendly service and ability to maintain my “idea” of what having a tea is with cute ceramic cups and tiara. They also managed to help me feel right at home in my business casual attire. I didn’t feel as if I was underdressed by not wearing a dress. And of course, the food and tea were devine. Fresh, tasty and the decor was appropriately English. (this coming from a Texan chicana!)
This was my last outing with my friend. We had a fantastic time visiting with each other and I will apologize ahead of time for the melancholic postings which may follow while I recover!
On the other hand, I look forward to time with my husband, before I jet off to Texas!