Keep My Words

I used to be chorophobic¹. Good friends were shocked when I overcame this fear. I remember telling Devin that I never danced because I wasn’t happy. Or maybe it simply had to do with gelotophobia².

During my teenage years, I developed a strong glossophobia³. The apprehension is still very powerful, and I long to get over it. It goes hand in hand with my ophthalmophobia⁴. When people stare at me, my face tends to blush. Because of my ereuthrophobia⁵, this situation is most uncomfortable. I’m not sure why this happens. Maybe it stemmed from my cacophobia⁶. Growing up, I hated how I looked, but I wasn’t exactly eisoptrophobic⁷. That could be because I was always trying to make myself pretty with a variety of hairstyles and makeup products. Some may label this superficial, like my obesophobia⁸.

The majority of teenagers today make me ephebiphobic⁹. Funny that we can fear what we once were. It probably happens more often than we realize.

Recently, I wrote about my entomophobia¹⁰. I have also touched on my pedophobia¹¹. Never mentioned, but quite prevalent in my life is my dentophobia¹². Those who knew me last fall when I had my wisdom teeth removed witnessed my concern over having someone rip four teeth from my head. To say that I was terrified is an understatement.

Around that same time in my life, I met someone. When I start to think back, I get slightly mnemophobic¹³. I suppose my philophobia¹⁴ will perpetually affect my ability to be with someone. I can be very zelophobic¹⁵ – the fear being that I will feel this way, not necessarily that the other person will. With many people, more often than not this has to do with insecurities. Closely associated to my relationship insecurities is athazagoraphobia¹⁶. I clearly recall times when I have told boys not to “forget me”. One of them said he never could.

Lately, I have been getting over my decidophobia¹⁷. Obviously, I have made many decisions instigating changes in my life. My chronophobia¹⁸ doesn’t have to do with gerontophobia¹⁹, but more a fear of running out of time to do everything that I want to do. I have a tendency to step back and look at the big picture, and then the cliché invades my mind: Life is short. It’s true, especially when comparing it to the actuality of everything.

A final phobia worth mentioning is quite the double-entendre, but I find that both interpretations are applicable to my foreboding: scelerophobia²⁰. Yet all of these trepidations considered, and at the risk of quoting two overused phrases in one blog, I must agree that the only thing we really have to fear is fear itself.

1. Afraid of dancing.
2. Fear of being laughed at.
3. Fear of speaking in public or trying to speak.
4. Fear of being stared at.
5. Fear of blushing.
6. Fear of ugliness.
7. Afraid of seeing oneself in a mirror.
8. Fear of gaining weight.
9. Afraid of teenagers.
10. Fear of insects.
11. Fear of children.
12. Fear of dentists.
13. Afraid of memories.
14. Fear of falling in love or being in love.
15. Afraid of jealousy.
16. Fear or being forgotten or ignored or forgetting.
17. Fear of making decisions.
18. Fear of time.
19. Fear of old people or growing old.
20. Fear of bad men, burglars.

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