We’re all afraid of something. While it would be easy for me to say atychiphobia (I just want to get it right!) or anuptaphobia (Please God, Don’t let me end up alone with a thousand cats!), there are only two fears I can say I genuinely have…
I wasn’t always afraid of spiders. In the past, I was only too happy to scoop up a rogue arachnid and place it in its proper environment. Oh, how times have changed.
I often refer to 2011 as The Year of the Black Widow. The mini-terrors were everywhere and it seemed there was no getting rid of them. After receiving a bite following a trip to the shed and enduring the misery that followed, my feelings towards spiders have forever changed. Some say I’m just bitter because my experience didn’t result in any super-powers, but no eight-legged freak of nature is going to bite me and think she can get away with it. Let me see a spider today. I’ll scream at the top of my lungs until someone comes running with a shoe in one hand and a can of Raid in the other.
I remember when a few squirts of my dad’s “monster spray” was enough to ensure a good night’s sleep. How sad it was when I discovered it was only water. I’m well into my twenties and my fear of the dark still hasn’t quite subsided. I’m sure my refusal to sleep without a night-light has something to do with my occasional insomnia, but there won’t be any sleeping at all without it. Now that I’m grown up, I think I’m just afraid of being left alone with my own thoughts.
Do you have any irrational fears? You can share. Don’t be afraid