SPECTRUM 2007-2008

In the short story “Sweat”? by Zora Neale Hurston, the main character, Delia, is extremely afraid of snakes. She has to face this fear when her cruel husband brings a snake home to torment her. I too have a fear that I have to face. I never know when I am going to be confronted with it next. Sometimes, they appear out of nowhere, shocking me into stillness. I am absolutely terrified of high fives. Yes, slapping my hand against someone else’s. This fear began one fateful day while I was sitting in the local McDonald’s. I was talking with my friend Tim (or, as we’ll call him for the purpose of this story. Jim), and, in a moment of celebration, Jim raised his hand for a high five. Smiling, I raised my hand, pushed it forward, and fell out of my chair. On to the floor. In McDonald’s. It wasn’t pretty. I know what you’re thinking. No, I was not under the influence of any negative substances other than greasy French fries and pop. Truly, I am just rather silly and ditzy. And now, I am afraid of high fives. Whenever someone tries to high five me, I am transported back to that moment. As if in slow motion, I feel my body being propelled forward by the thrust of my hand, flying past the open palm of my friend. Terrifying, yes? And, just like a snake, these high fives can strike when one least expects them. Like Delia, I have to work up the courage to face my fear. My boyfriend practices with me, which is helpful, but admittedly weird. Unlike Delia, I cannot run when I see my fear, because that would just be silly. Many victorious or congratulatory people would be left crestfallen and confused, their hands raised as if asking a stupid question to which there is no answer. This would be horribly tragic but funny to watch.