You know those irrational fears you get that, although you know they're completely off base, they still terrify you all the same. I have a few of those. I am not a fan of heights, I'm less a fan of enclosed spaces. Spiders and stinging insects don't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But none of these... nothing else... can completely compare with my dread of public speaking. Public speaking fills me with the sense of dread that can only be compared with being caught in the shower in prison by a large man named Bubba in search of a new 'wife'... and I look like the marrying kind. That having been said, imagine my extreme pleasure when I received a phone call saying that I'm supposed to speak at one of my meetings on May 17th. Not just any meeting, but a big loud one. Fun. I'm not sure how I feel about it, to be honest. I mean, I truly don't want to do it... but my natural hubris keeps saying, 'Of course, you'll do brilliantly. Nothing to fear.' Ahh, the fun that occurs when my ego and my fears collide. *Sigh* I'll have to make a decision by tomorrow... but I think I'm going to say yes... and I think that I already know that I'm going to say yes... and I think I'm just being girlie now. *crash*