So a while ago, I put my name down to volunteer with Student Minds. It’s a charity which helps students in the UK deal with mental illness and they do a lot of work with the university that I go to, Leeds Beckett (or Leeds Met if you’re a good person).
Anyway, today I received an email asking for volunteers this Thursday to run a stall on campus. And I said yes. In fact I jumped at the chance because I love helping with things like that and I’ve had nothing to do for the last couple of weeks.
But the tile of this post is ‘The worst person for the job.‘ And you might think I’m a good person for the job because of the subject and what I do here on By Lauren Hayley.
However – and it’s a big and slightly comical however,
There is a very obvious and valid point that I’m the worst person for this job and my boyfriend is finding it quite hilarious that I even agreed to do this in the first place (because it is literally my worst nightmare).
If we refer quickly to my All About Me page, you’ll come across Number 5 pretty quickly:
5. Balloons freak me out and I can’t eat anywhere near them or touch them.
Now I don’t think you quite understand the severity of this. It’s not that I’m scared of balloons, but I hate them. For as long as I can remember I haven’t been able to touch a balloon without gagging, I can smell them from a mile off (I’m like a police dog when it comes to balloons) and I will not eat anywhere near one. They’re just yuck. I know it’s weird. I was a very strange kid.
And yes, I know I study Events Management. Events need to stop featuring balloons – that’s all I’m saying.
Following on from that: the description of what’s happening on Thursday:
We are going to have balloons so that people can write negative messages or something that is upsetting them (such as being stressed about exam results or nervous about starting semester 2) and then they are going to pop the balloons to release the negativity.