Afraid of Love

I’m writing this yesterday in preparation for today... got it? Ok. Good.

Ok... of all the things to be afraid of Love seems a little bizarre when you think about it. ‘Oh no, go away, I’m afraid you might love me... blah, blah, blah...’

Here are some more legitimate phobias for you to choose from: (yeah, that's right, I just copied it all, from wikipedia.. but the comments are my own.)

Coulrophobi- a fear of clowns- Sometimes they are just not funny

Glossophobia- fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak.

Hexakasioihexkontahexaphobia- fear of the number 666 – sorry if I just scared you by writing 666

Atychiphobia, fear of failure- who doesn’t have this one?

Megalophobia- fear of large/oversized objects- No giants, please.

Phagophobia- fear of swallowing - Swallowing what? Why does my mind jump to the more sleazy conclusions?

Phobophobia- fear of having a phobia- now that’s just confusing.

Ophidiophobia- fear/dislike of snakes

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia – fear of long words- Again, sorry if I scared you there.

I have chosen to follow the Indiana Jones route with a very strong fear of snakes which, you know is perfectly reasonable and logical... I mean, I could accidently swallow a snake or one might come out my toilet or.... well; I had better not scare myself any further... calm down, calm, calm...

Love just seems to be the kind of fear that someone makes for themselves. Sure, it is hard to be open and honest with someone else but it is much better to be that way than lock yourself up in a prison of your own emotion.

A fear of snakes seems much more practical, after all how many snakes am I going to encounter on a daily basis? ... says the girl who saw a snake on television yesterday and screamed, jumping up onto the sofa as though the TV snake was actually a mouse in the room... yeah. That’s how I roll.