So, Pensitivity101 wants to know, “What do you think these are phobias of?”
It’s a fear of having to watch old Popeye cartoons. Does anyone remember when the bad-guy character, ‘Bluto’ suddenly became ‘Brutus,’ because King Features couldn’t keep their books straight?
It is the fear of having yet another Terminator sequel movie released. It would be sad to see Arnold hobbling around like a geriatric T-800 model with a cane, or walker.
This is the fear of the approaching, mid-April deadline, both with the American IRS, (Notice that The IRS spells theirs) and the UK Inland Revenue. Canadians get another two weeks of paralyzing terror each year – until the end of the month. It’s no favour! I say it’s like ripping a Band-Aid off. Be like Nike, and Just Do It!
This is the quite-reasonable distress caused by having to go out upon the streets and roads with all those Other Drivers. I’m okay, but they’re all just a bunch of weird accidents, waiting to happen, and probably catching me in the crunch.
Anyone who doesn’t drive as fast as me is an idiot. Anyone who drives faster than me is an asshole. Forget World Peace – envision using your turn signals.
Bathmophobia is the fear of the end of the day, when you have three preschoolers and a sandbox. Soap suds spreading faster than The Big Bang – and when you finally get them all clean, you discover that one of them is the neighbour’s kid. 😳
Chromophobia has suffered technological obsolescence. 50 years ago, the little gear-head greasers plated every piece of exposed metal on their cars bright and shiny silver. Today’s OY-Generation decorate their penis-substitute Lego-plastic toy cars with neon brothel-lights, rear spoilers whose only purpose is to hold beers while they brag to each other, and modify their exhausts so that little Dachshund cars sound like Great Danes. They claim that they soup them up! Yeah, right – soup in a sieve. 😯
Ephebiphobia is the feeling of unease, when you realize that your unmarried aunt has been batting for both teams all along. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Genuphobia is the fear non-Catholics have, of having to attend a wedding or baptism in a Catholic church. You never know when to kneel, or when to stand up, or sit down. They’re all up and down like a prostitute’s panties. By the time you figure it out, they’ve got the hymnbook out, and are singing.
Ever since Kobe Bryant’s little mishap, it’s what has caused me to decide to not use gasoline-powered aerial eggbeaters as a mode of transportation. It’s not what I want people to mean when they say, “He was a down-to-Earth person.” 👿
This is an irrational fear of garden figurines.
Osmophobia was the absolute panic I felt when I heard a rumour that some television network, desperate to replace lost viewers, was going to give Donny and Marie another hour-long variety show. At their age, they can’t carry a tune in a bucket. Donny’s ‘little bit Rock and Roll’ would be shuffle and wheeze, and his purple socks would be orthopedic.
Podophobia is a fear of being unexpectedly called upon to say a few words at some community gathering. Unaccustomed as I am at public speaking – I’m gonna sit down, have another beer, and let the paid performing seals do their job.
This was the terrible uncertainty that I felt recently. I went into the office break room early in the morning. Someone had put out a Tupperware container of fudge brownies, so I took one. I returned soon after, to see if the coffee machine had finished. There was now a note on the brownie box.
I Made These Brownies For Shits And Giggles
Half of them have cannabis.
The other half have laxative
Try One. Wait a half-hour, and find out which.
Which way did they go? How many of them were there? When did they leave? I must find them – for I am their leader.
This is the fear that you are going to be assigned another project, because your boss is not sufficiently computer-literate to access the internet and look for himself. Not only will you have to do extra research, but it will be on constantly-changing websites that can be edited by people who wear MAGA hats, and believe that the world is flat. 😥
It’s the feeling of imminent doom that arises locally, beginning about the middle of September, when we realize that half a million people who want to get drunk and obnoxious, and throw up in a different town, are about to descend on our city for Oktoberfest. Before I retired, I used to book the week off – not to party, but because I was tired of getting pulled over in DUI/RIDE Program Traffic checks. That really sucks. 😉
I have a phobia that Pensitivity didn’t list. It’s demifiniphobia. That’s the fear I felt when I looked at all these big, fancy words, worried that I will only be able to respond to about half the prompts, and end up looking like a half-assed halfwit.