Cleptophobia- Fear of stealing.
When I was younger I went to a store called the Rag Shop. Well I believe that's what it was called. Anyway, I was a lot younger back then. My cousin would buy these tiny, colorful, fuzzy bears that you could buy at the Rag Shop. My mother never had a reason to go to that store, so my cousin just gave me one of hers. Soon enough, I was begging my mom to let me go there. We went a couple of times, and one of the times I was playing with a small, fuzzy pink bear. I pretended like I forgot I had it in my hand and walked out the store with my family. No wonder somebody thought I was a bad influence.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Cyclophobia
Cyclophobia- Fear of bicycles.
When I was younger, my mother's boyfriend had given me an old bike for me to use. I was young though, so I could not ride around my complex by myself. I had my mom watch me outside while I rode my bike. It was a cute bike. It was purple and had neon splatters on it. The bike even had beads on the wheels! I loved that bike. I was riding one day while my mom was watching me. I was riding fine, but I almost stopped and kind of dazed across the street. I still had my feet on the pedals and soon the bike just tipped over. I fell face forward into the black top. I slowly got up, wailing, with scratches and a chipped tooth. My mother came to me and cleaned me up. She was angry, but not at me. She was angry at the fact that I had chipped my tooth that happened to be permanent. This had to be the second time I had fallen face forward into the ground while riding my bike. I don't know why I would just let myself fall. Perhaps I had a short attention span back then. They should have a warning on bikes. "ALWAYS WEAR YOUR HELMET. DO NOT RIDE AT NIGHT. WARNING: DO NOT USE IF YOU HAVE A.D.D." Maybe it would have prevented me from having a chipped smile.
When I was younger, my mother's boyfriend had given me an old bike for me to use. I was young though, so I could not ride around my complex by myself. I had my mom watch me outside while I rode my bike. It was a cute bike. It was purple and had neon splatters on it. The bike even had beads on the wheels! I loved that bike. I was riding one day while my mom was watching me. I was riding fine, but I almost stopped and kind of dazed across the street. I still had my feet on the pedals and soon the bike just tipped over. I fell face forward into the black top. I slowly got up, wailing, with scratches and a chipped tooth. My mother came to me and cleaned me up. She was angry, but not at me. She was angry at the fact that I had chipped my tooth that happened to be permanent. This had to be the second time I had fallen face forward into the ground while riding my bike. I don't know why I would just let myself fall. Perhaps I had a short attention span back then. They should have a warning on bikes. "ALWAYS WEAR YOUR HELMET. DO NOT RIDE AT NIGHT. WARNING: DO NOT USE IF YOU HAVE A.D.D." Maybe it would have prevented me from having a chipped smile.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Cymophobia
Cymophobia or Kymophobia- Fear of waves or wave like motions.
When I was little, I went to the beach with my cousins and their family. I hardly ever went to the beach, so this was fun for me. There were a lot of big, strong waves, and they were fun to play in. My uncle took my cousin and I into the ocean and he held both of our hands while we played in the waves. The waves were so much fun to swim and crash through. I was having a great time until one of the big waves came. The big wave came and crashed down on my body. It pushed me off my feet and had me helpless. This wave was strong and I could feel it pulling me out to shore. I gripped on to my uncle's hand tightly. I was afraid of letting go, but at the same time I wanted to let go because it was almost like my limbs were being pulled apart. I accidentally slipped out of his grasp and got forcefully pushed to shore. Finally the wave stopped and I opened my eyes. Everybody had been pulled down. I wanted to get out of the water after that. What about a tsunami? I'd know what the people who experienced those feel like. I just have to take my situation times twenty--million.
When I was little, I went to the beach with my cousins and their family. I hardly ever went to the beach, so this was fun for me. There were a lot of big, strong waves, and they were fun to play in. My uncle took my cousin and I into the ocean and he held both of our hands while we played in the waves. The waves were so much fun to swim and crash through. I was having a great time until one of the big waves came. The big wave came and crashed down on my body. It pushed me off my feet and had me helpless. This wave was strong and I could feel it pulling me out to shore. I gripped on to my uncle's hand tightly. I was afraid of letting go, but at the same time I wanted to let go because it was almost like my limbs were being pulled apart. I accidentally slipped out of his grasp and got forcefully pushed to shore. Finally the wave stopped and I opened my eyes. Everybody had been pulled down. I wanted to get out of the water after that. What about a tsunami? I'd know what the people who experienced those feel like. I just have to take my situation times twenty--million.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Bromidrosiphobia
Bromidrosiphobia or Bromidrophobia - Fear of body smells.
I was in class one day and this one kid sits in front of me. We begin conversation, joking about what's on the board. Suddenly a foul odor comes from them and the odor burned my nose. I didn't know how to avoid it. I couldn't tell them to leave. I just sat there in pain, listening to them speak. I wondered if anybody else had smelled it. I wonder if they knew that they smelled this way. Showering doesn't seem that bad, does it?
I was in class one day and this one kid sits in front of me. We begin conversation, joking about what's on the board. Suddenly a foul odor comes from them and the odor burned my nose. I didn't know how to avoid it. I couldn't tell them to leave. I just sat there in pain, listening to them speak. I wondered if anybody else had smelled it. I wonder if they knew that they smelled this way. Showering doesn't seem that bad, does it?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Kakorrhaphiophobia
Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure or defeat.
(requested)
What would life be without failure? Winning always feels good, no matter when or where. When does losing ever feel spectacular? Imagine a life without failure. Would the world be filled with overly confident people? Or perhaps we'd all be happy and jubilant from all the great feeling of winning. What is Yin & Yang? It is good and bad, good and evil, etc. They are opposites. In this case winning and failure. Don't be ashamed of your failure. You can't fail without winning some battles, but you're allowed to prove me wrong.
(requested)
What would life be without failure? Winning always feels good, no matter when or where. When does losing ever feel spectacular? Imagine a life without failure. Would the world be filled with overly confident people? Or perhaps we'd all be happy and jubilant from all the great feeling of winning. What is Yin & Yang? It is good and bad, good and evil, etc. They are opposites. In this case winning and failure. Don't be ashamed of your failure. You can't fail without winning some battles, but you're allowed to prove me wrong.
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