Be Afraid...

I'm not especially superstitious,so Friday the 13th doesn't hold any real dread for me.
My maternal Grandmother however,was an encyclopedia of things portentous.Things which usually culminated in some body's unfortunate demise.
A dog howling at the moon?..Some one's gonna die.
A rocking chair rocking when no one is in it?..Some one's gonna die.
Muddy footprints on her kitchen floor?..Some one's gonna wish they were dead...So Friday the 13th was a particularly stressful day for her,what with the precarious maneuvering around cats and ladders,mirrors,and cracks in the sidewalk.It was a phobia,and it has a name..paraskavedekatriaphobia...A fairly common,irrational fear of Friday the 13th.
Some less common phobias are:

• Metrophobia- Fear of poetry.


• Barophobia- Fear of gravity.


• Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of getting peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth,(I kid you not!).


• peladophobia- Fear of bald people,..and my personal fave,..


• Hippopotomonstrossesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words..A qualified psychiatrist can diagnose it,he just can't tell you that you have it.Gotta love the irony..

Thankfully,I've managed to make it through life without suffering from any crippling or incapacitating fears.Well,..save one.

• Trickledickaphobia- The fear of discovering too late that I've walked out of a public restroom with an all too obvious pee stain on my crotch.

That's the only thing that really terrifies me...I mean,..that,and Mormons.

EDIT: I'm pretty sure I just killed my spellcheck.