I’ve been asking my readers and friends: share your favorite silly (or not so silly) phobia.
Mine — when people fold paper and then run their fingers along it? It gives me chills of horror just to think about it.
Syrup. When I was about four, I chased my mom into the corner grocery store, and ran smack into this pyramid display of about 40 glass bottles of maple syrup. (Who makes a PYRAMID of maple syrup bottles?) There was a storm of glass and a spreading lake of syrup and blood … never ate maple syrup again.
REALLY big birds. They’re just too prehistoric.
Malls. This is self-explanatory.
But the big one, the only one that is real is … being lost, on foot or in the car. Being lost, rural or urban, night or day, makes me feel as though I’m at the edge of the apocalypse.
Now for others …
Eating meat that’s identifiable as the animal it was when it was alive
Cotton, the kind in aspiring bottles
Felt (not as in “a deeply felt narrative,” but the cloth)
The sound of a sewing machine
Train whistles at night
And the biggest number of votes … of course, clowns.