Do you have a fear of Friday the 13th? Does it make you feel anxious? Nervous?
Idiot!
Because of you, your fear has a name: paraskevidekatriaphobia. Is that the worst name for a phobia ever? It's unpronouncable. And I can't even pronounce "unpronouncable."
OK, so where did this fear originate? Who are the dwarfed minds who started all of this? Some say it's the devil's number. Some refer to the Last Supper + 1 (13 for those with arithmeticaphobia).
I say it's the baker's dozen. You, my friend, fear donuts! Particularly donuts purchased on Fridays. So you are doubly idiotic.
Now, if you're in need of a phobia - something to mention at parties or to strangers, or something to excuse yourself from social and/or work gatherings, I have developed a short list of more plausible, though lesser known, phobias. To whit:
-Masturbatoriaphobia - fear of masturbating in a public place
-Chenaphobia - fear of being shot in the face by a friend
-Aesuckaphobia - fear of sucking at a particular task or excerise, thereby rendering you incapable of even attempting the task or excersise. This should not be confused with fear of failure, since that fear is accounted for. Aesuckaphobia is more inwardly driven and is characterized by the all important element of whininess.
-Existentialaphobia - fear of existence, past, present, and future.
Well, keep those fears coming. There are more phobias than freakin' nouns!
The Yeetle Box
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