First rule today: Just chill and go with it.
Second rule today: Just chill and go with it.
We’ve had a lot of fun asking you about favorites.
For example, we learned that Press readers preferred “Unchained Melody” by the Righteous Brothers as their favorite song of the past 60 years.
We know that you chose the James Bond franchise as the top action series; and that North Idaho’s most cherished movie line was “I’m your huckleberry” — with actor Val Kilmer delivering Doc Holliday’s classic Southern drawl in “Tombstone.”
Today, though, we want to turn you upside down.
By all means, the idea once again is that you should vote, although this time we’re not asking for happy memories.
No, we’d like you to get over those goosebumps and … take a deep … share your …
My pal Haylie Thompson is so afraid of spiders that her husband bought her a salt gun to bring down the little eight-legged critters from a safe distance.
I never even knew salt guns existed, but there you go.
It was something Haylie said, though, that started this search for phobias. Her take is that anyone who says they aren’t unreasonably afraid of some darn thing is lying.
My own terror is needles.
As in, medical things.
I’m starting to quiver up just thinking about ’em.
This is the truth: I’m so frightened of needles that I can’t even watch someone get an injection on TV. I have to turn away.
In case you don’t think it’s that bad …
I had to be knocked out for a back procedure last week, and the only thing I asked the anesthesiologist was that he send me into la-la land with gas before anyone even came close with that awful IV line.
Now, to be fair, nurses have told me that they’ve seen plenty of patients who wanted nothing to do with needles, although most will admit I’m, uh …
An extreme case.
So what is it with you?
We really want to know, and your friends promise not to pull any awful tricks.
AND OF course, it would be great if you include a story about how your phobia popped up in public.
Was your pathological fear of heights well-hidden until you turned green while trying to view the Grand Canyon with that tour group?
Does the color purple give you the creeps, which you really didn’t talk much about until your sweetie painted the bedroom as a birthday present?
There are almost as many phobias as there are human beings.
According to Wikipedia, here’s the definition: “A phobia is a type of anxiety disorder, defined by a persistent fear of an object or situation. The phobia typically results in a rapid onset of fear.”
You’ll recognize all the common phobias: fear of enclosed spaces, of heights, spiders (Haylie has plenty of company), snakes, flying, and so on.
My own favorite is consecotaleophobia — the fear of chopsticks.
Some phobias, on the other hand, actually make sense: mastigophobia, for instance, is the fear of being flogged or whipped.
Hell, I’m not exactly up for that, either.
And finally, before we turn it over for your personal stories, let’s toss out atomosophobia — the (well-founded) fear of atomic explosions.
Now then: C’mon, you phobics …
Let’s hear from you.
Steve Cameron is a columnist for The Press.
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