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I wanted to be politically correct in the sense of the word “phobia”, so I read up a little bit on the subject. Phobia isn’t just being afraid of something. As I’ve understood, phobia is more like senseless escalated panic-attack. Senseless because one might experience those heightened anxiety reaction for no reason at all.

Having said that… I confess… I have three phobias or should I say, I had two phobias and has one now. When I was little, I was afraid of being confined in a tomb alive. But, who isn’t, right? I could say that it was a phobia because it consumed me. And it was definitely senseless because I would suddenly perspire and feel cold at the same time and my heartbeat racing and feel too dizzy I end up throwing up because of that thought! And sometimes, I didn’t get any sleep at all because I was afraid that I might wake up inside a tomb and nobody would be able to find me alive. Let me just clarify it… confined in a coffin, I could handle that because there is a chance of some people hearing me shouting inside a box; but tomb, hell no!!! I mean, it is layers of hard cement!!! Come ON!!! No one would be able to hear you, even if you shout from the top of your lungs and thump and punch and kick all you want. It would be ALL in VAIN! But I could safely say that I’m over that now because I only get goose bumps now and then when the thought comes up… just like now. I don’t know how I got over that phobia, I just did, and I’m glad I did. It wasn’t cool having phobia.

The second phobia is for tomorrow.