How about irrational fear?
*brr*
I was sitting at my desk drawing...and I thought I saw something move on my leg out of the corner of my eye. After a couple of seconds I looked. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh! An ant an inch long! It might have been a Carpenter ant. I can't stand creepy crawlies! I knocked it onto the floor and then smashed the crap out of it. I don't know why I'm so afraid of these things. *brr*
It's not like the ant did anything to me...and I killed it.
I wish I could be "one" with nature, but sadly, I'm not.
Now I feel like there's more things crawling on me. I'm tense and I don't want to go back to my room. No problems all winter long. I knew there was something I hated about spring. Talk about me being ridiculous!