Koumpounophobia

It's high time you learned a little more about me and I am prepared to make a very serious confession to all of blog world (at least the approximately 9 people who actually read my blog).  

I have button phobia.  As in I think buttons are the most wretched invention since the history of time. Koumpounophobia is the fear of buttons (usually just the plastic ones) on clothing...and I am self diagnosed.  

Once in Kindergarten, I wouldn't sit next to my best friend on the bus because she had a baseball shirt on.  I am not even exaggerating.  I am hesitant to touch people wearing buttons and I only wear them when absolutely necessary and I almost always feel really uncomfortable when I do and change as soon as possible.  

One of the worst days of my elementary school career involved a blue plaid sweat suit with decorative buttons (really awful because the buttons were non-functional).  It was while I was wearing this abomination, as forced by my mother, that I had my card flipped to orange for the first time in my entire life and had to sit out part of recess.  AWFUL.  I blame the buttons.  (I really do...I can't be expected to act myself when I wear them)

I am not alone in my fear, also suffering is my main man, Steve Jobs.  Now, Stevie has recently stepped down as CEO of apple...but I am serious when I tell you that old boy owes a lot to his phobia.  Obviously, I have done extensive research on the topic and the reason Apple has come out with so many touch screen products is because Steve hates buttons.  So much that the Apple stores in Tokyo don't have buttons on the elevator...making you stop at every floor.  Also the reason he ALWAYS wears turtle necks.  That's my boy.  Anyone else every noticed the AWESOME uniforms Apple employees wear? The polo shirts with out the collar and buttons? Like a polo t-shirt.  It's sweet.  I wish IncrediPet would pick up on this idea. 

I almost had to leave the theater when previews for Coraline came on.  I wish I was kidding.  My roommate in college thought it was hilarious to leave strings of buttons around our room.  I could barely touch them to get them out.  

This is the sad, but true account of my deep and intense hatred for buttons.  I don't even like typing the word.  It's also made SO MUCH worse by people who over pronounces the double ts in the word.  (saying BuT-Tens).  

Well. I am counting on a heaven that does not include buttons and only includes angel robes that zip up the back...or better yet...you can slip over your head.  

Peace, Love and Zippers, 

Claire 

Some Things to Consider: 

1. Has God ever slapped you in the face?  If you're thinking about making a negative definitive decision about someone, just go ahead and reverse it...because they're probably going to come back in your life in a way you never expected.  Touche God. Touche.  I hope you're enjoying a good laugh.  

2. Today a child puked in my classroom.  It almost caused me to break my 11 year puke-free streak.  Thankfully I had to hold it together for my students, or my record would have been broken.  It was a serious close call.  Close enough that I broke my anti-anti-bacterial pact.  My room was clorox wiped from top to bottom.  Good bye germs.  Quit being butt heads.