Assignment 8 Mark Walsh

Fears: Manikins, bugs

Annoyances: Ignorant people

Accomplishments: None that I know of

Confusions: Differing ideoligies

Sorrows: Ignorance

Dreams: Teaching (I know, i want to be damned to the eternal suffering of academia)

Idiosyncrasies: I hate people who eat with their mouth open. 

Risks:

Beloved Possessions, Now and Then: I Love my car, and I used to love 

Problems: Organization, My Neurological disability

Seriously, Manikins. Manikins are legitimately my greatest fear, and that surprises many people. The idea of Manikins is just very disturbing to me. Seeing a lifeless human form that is slightly different than a normal human is just a panic inducing experience. Their cold, lifeless eyes stare blankly into the abyss known as department stores and museums, their fun and sometimes historical poses seemingly mock those that are cursed with their presence. This, of course is an over dramatization, but I am legitimately afraid of these plastic predators. I have no clue as to the reason that I am afraid of these molded menaces other than the fact that I toured many ship museums as a child and some of them moved and spoke, which really scared me. These Malicious Marionettes also lie to each and every customer of these major department stores, wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel and looking really good, but in reality the wearer of said outfit would look abysmal. Manikins are Satan spawn, and I hate them.