On the way home yesterday afternoon to spend my time off SLEEPING *sigh*, I managed to stop in at two art exhibitions at the Albany (Elbow-knee) Museum. Well, only to one that's worthy to speak of really, the other just containted natural earthy type stuff, you know, paintings of pepperdews and stuff.
So while climbing many a flight of stairs and rounding many a bend to get to said hunger-inducing exhibition, I had to pass through the permanent 'space', 'Egypt' and 'introduction to invertebrates' installations in the museum.
I have realised that I am shit-scared of museums.
You never know what's going to LEAP out at you around the corner - I was, for example, faced with an enormous dead mutant crab, mounted in 'crouching claw attack' position, as I came up one flight of stairs. I met an impossibly huge clam shell on another floor, mouth half open. I think I heard it whispering "Feeeed meeeee..." but I quickly ran up another flight.
I have a theory that this phobia stems from the EXCRUTIATING experience of staring into a small TV screen sized window at the PE aquarium in the 80s, and coming eyeball-to-eyeball with a great white shark. I'm sure this was the trigger for my fear of all things 'exhibitionally educational'. Little kiddies running around such venues, squealing with delight at the mounted whale bones and such, make me shake them and scream 'run for your lives!', and do so myself, out into the street where no form of resurrected sea creature is likely to jump out at me.
Jokes aside, I really feel my heart in my throat in these places. Hmmm - maybe I should claim damages from the PE aquarium. Or start 'Museums Scare Me Anonymous'.
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