Its that time again. Time for you to endure another little outburst from me. Just for funsies, I looked up the definition of phobia - here it goes:
pho·bi·a /ˈfoʊbiə/ [foh-bee-uh]
a persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.
I guess this describes - to a T - this fear I have. And surely I can't be the only one who suffers from this phobia. Every time I go to the gas station and pump my gas, I'm almost entirely certain that I have left the nozzle in my gas tank. And that when I drive away, I'm going to take the whole gas pump with me. So I always have to check my rear-view mirror as I drive away to make sure the pump isn't following me. Now, mind you, I make sure to replace the nozzle back in its precarious place in the pump after I'm done, but I'm still unsure enough that I have to check the mirror when I drive away. I wonder if this phobia has a technical name. Hmmm. I might have to make one up.
Now that I think about it, maybe this is more of an obsessive/compulsive type thing than a phobia. Either way, I know its ridiculous but I can't stop it.
And we won't even get into the other irrational fear I have of accidentally jumping from heights. I'll explain later. Because if you think I'm weird now, that'll just cement the deal.
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