I am going on vacation for a week to New Mexico as kind of a late honeymoon. We are visiting one of my wife’s mothers, which is all fine and dandy, but it is making me confront a huge phobia of mine: flying.I hate flying a lot. I hate heights a lot. So being cramped in a metal cigar full of other people is not my idea of fun. I wasn’t as scared as I am now about it until I got in a bad car accident in the early 2000s. This has given me control issues; if I cannot see what is in front of me in any moving vehicle, I get super anxious. So combine my fear of heights and my control issues and turbulence, and I am a wreck with high blood pressure. I would like to think Lost may have contributed to turbulence anxiety too, mostly because the ending was horrible. They tell you how safe air travel is. I would love to believe it, if I wasn’t being jostled in my seat at 500 MPH.
Everyone has some sort of phobia. Someone out there in P-Mag land has to be afraid of the number 13 right? That is the one phobia I have never really met anyone who has, even though it is presented like a lot of people fear that number. Please be my magical 13 phobic unicorn! I know spiders and snakes and creepy crawlies are big fears, but those are run of the mill. Anyone have any awesome phobias to mention?
5 replies on “Lunchtime Poll: Phobia Edition”
Leporiphobia.
Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses, and what’s with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway…
Nice!
I suffer from nyctophobia and acrophobia, fear of the dark and heights, respectively. I’m not entirely sure where my fear of darkness comes from. But, I know my fear of heights stems from a couple of childhood incidents in which I fell over the rails of a fire escape and, once, fell out of a tree.
Our street doesn’t have a number 13, which I find ridiculous, because I have never met anyone who’s afraid of that.
I get freaked out by spiders and heights. All very boring…
Spider plants scare me. I blame my parents, who thought it would be funny to tell child-me that the ‘baby’ plants turn in to real spiders. Thanks parents!
(Oddly spiders don’t scare me anymore, but the plant still wigs me out.)