Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sunday Confessional

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] 


–noun

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. 

1 comment:

  1. Wow! I thought I was bad! I have a fear of leaving my gas cap at the pump so I always have to check in the mirror to see if I shut the little gas cap door. I haven't left a gas cap behind since about 1983 when I had my first car.

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