I really don't like balloons. Why, you may ask? I don't really know, but whenever someone gives me a balloon, I feel really sad inside.
It probably has something to do with the fact that even though the balloon looks pretty now, it's going to slowly deflate and become nothing more than a thing to throw away. I can relate this to people. We don't really think about death, but what happens when we die? People will forget about us and the lives that we led. To me, balloons are a symbol of life and death. They're beautiful for a short period of time, and then they start to wither away into nothingness. What is left is nothing but a useless piece of latex.
My balloon phobia began as a child when my mom used to take me to Farmer's Market and she bought me a balloon shaped like a dog. That was my first balloon, and I didn't know that it was going to deflate and when it did, I cried for a long time. I had grown attached to the balloon, and when it was gone, I felt empty inside. It made me feel depressed to see the balloon lying in my room all deflated.That was my first and last balloon. Now, whenever someone tries to give me a balloon, I just smile and hand it to someone else. For some, a balloon brings happiness, but for me, a balloon brings sadness. So, don't bring me balloons.
In my eyes, a balloon is symbolic of good things that never last long -- friendship, love, and youth. Everyone has weird things that they dislike, what is yours? I also dislike broccoli, but that's a topic for another day...
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