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The A to Z Guide to Phobias

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The A to Z Guide to Phobias

Beanophobia: A well-founded fear when they serve baked beans at the banquet before your Jr.prom.
Deanophobia: That long-ago fear in college that you’d be caught sneaking into your dorm after hours.
Geneophobia: The fear that Ancestry.Com will unearth something dastardly in your family tree.
Jeanophobia: Your grandmother’s fear that you’ll show up in shredded jeans for you aunt’s wedding.
Keeneophobia: An unexplainable dislike of Nancy Drew Mysteries.
Leanophobia: An iffy excuse for breaking your diet.
Meanophobia: What keeps you as far away as possible from the snotty group of girls in high school. 
Preenophobia: Your stubborn refusal to sneak into the girls room during the interval of the movie to check out your hair and lipstick.
Queenophobia: A co-occurring disorder suffered by Anti-Anglophiles.
Sceneophobia: That feeling of dread when you let your boyfriend talk you into going to a slasher movie.
Teenophobia: A common phobia suffered by the parents of children between the ages of 12 and 20.
Weanophobia: the reluctance of first-time mothers to give up nursing.
Weeniephobia: A debilitating fear of hot dogs that causes one to avoid fairs and football games.
Xenophobia: An unreasonable dread that one might have been born in 1966 instead of 1965.

No surprise that the  prompt today was Xenophobia, Image by Vadim Bogulov on Unsplash.

 

Repromptophobia

Rewriting a new poem about an old topic is my greatest phobia at the moment, so since I wrote a poem about this topic some time ago, please go HERE for my poem about my greatest phobia!

DSC09520In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.” Fears evolve over time. What is one fear you’ve conquered?

Queasy

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 Queasy

Silas Marner did not bore me. Cosines served me well.
I did not dread the tolling of the school bell.
Geography was interesting–all those maps and facts.
History a story of migration, wars and pacts.
Psychology didn’t throw me. I learned to type real fast.
I got an A in algebra, though the knowledge didn’t last.
Bookkeeping was annoying–all those columns and their sums.
I’ll admit I caused disturbances, clowning for my chums.
But all and all my schooldays were challenging and fun.
The only time I wished that all my schooling could be done
was when my Biology teacher made me blanch and squirm
by issuing me a scalpel and then handing me a worm!!!

The Prompt: Land of Confusion–Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/land-of-confusion-2/

Stoned!!!

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Stoned

I don’t like enclosed spaces or rooms that are too small.
Elevators? Closets? Small caves?  I hate them all.
A cellar where no air moves is a place I won’t be found,
and can’t imagine spending days low beneath the ground!
I have a fear of smothering someplace where there’s no air,
so I won’t go spelunking, even on a dare.
And though I know gold jewelry’s expensive—nothing finer,
nobody would have any if I had to be the miner
who went below the ground to try to free it from the stone;
for if left up to me, I’d simply leave that gold alone.
I’ll remain above the ground in the sunshine and the breeze—
not venturing below the ground where sometimes when I sneeze,
the earth and stones might start to move and bury me alive,
streaming down around me like hornets from a hive.
So, no matter what the riches  that down there might be found,
I’ll spend my life in penury, here—above the ground!!!

The Prompt: Nightmare Job—In honor of Labor Day in North America, tell us what’s the one job you could never imagine yourself doing.