Phobia, Defined
Phobia - n. abnormal fear or aversion
To set the record straight, this blog won’t be all about phobias. Seriously, I couldn’t think of any other title at this time what with my attention divided between watching Bituing Walang Ningning and Charmed. So for the meantime, let the title stay as it is. Hopefully, I’ll be hit by a rock bearing a smart title so I won’t have to stick with this one for a long time. Ok, by a smart title, not necessarily written on a rock.
So Charmed’s got one more episode left (here at least) and that’s next week. As always, my being low-EQ got the better of me. I decided to check the WB website to have an idea of what’s going to happen next week in case I forget to watch it (me? duh!). But I’m not telling, of course. Most of you already know what happened. Sad about the NZ TV. Always ages delayed. Guess what, Amazing Race started last week. It ended quite a while ago, or so my Survivor-fanatic friend Golds told (and ribbed) me last time we spoke. That’s life. Just learn to live with it.
So going back to phobias, I can’t really remember having a phobia about something (it’s probable that i had a phobia with someone) aside from mussels. You see, I am not really a fan of mussels but I eat it when it’s there. But one time, I became so eager to eat one that I didn’t realize it was a futile fight to open the shell (you know what i mean). To cut the story short, my thumb ended up with a deep cut (bloody mess) and for a year at least, I refrained from eating mussels.
I remember talking with friends about another kind of phobia - that is phobia with certain people. I am not naming names because it’s naughty and I promised to be nice when i decided to take up blogging again (public blogging, i mean). It’s funny what people do about these phobias. I remember my blood pressure soaring (ok, I’m exaggerating) everytime I hear someone’s footsteps (yeah, I know the footsteps) close by. But I’ve gotten over that particular phobia. The reason? Distance. Yeah, distance yourself from the source of your phobia. Wait, let me clear that I am not afraid of the person per se. I am actually afraid of what I would or could do because the "person" is close by. Just making myself clear.
Minor things I fear include sitting by the emergency exit on a plane. One time, I had to ask to be transferred because I couldn’t bear the responsibility (however remote) it entails. Luckily though, I have never been placed in a similar situation since then.
There’s one thing me and some friends (hah, you know who you are) fear. It’s this very unique way that the intercom rang where I used to work. Yeah, the intercom (or the unique ringing sensation) was something I (ok, we) dreaded then. All part of growing up and growing old.
Well, well, I’m missing House already. I have to stop. I have to remind myself that I can write all I want all nights except Monday and Tuesday (a bit of Wednesday). I wish one day, moviehouses here will decide to change the day they have their cheap movies. Tuesday is not a good day. Not even with a DVD recorder.
