Phobe.

Everyone has their own little quirks: likes and dislikes, favorites, fears, and habits. Like a mom would say, those differences are what make you special and make the world go 'round. Yeah ok mom.

One thing I am particularly embarrassed about (besides the difficulty I have spelling the word "embarrassed") is my little touch of claustrophobia. It's embarrassing because it's irrational and I consider myself a pretty rational person. So sitting here, rationally and decisively typing on my proven MacBook, I can recognize that it is silly for my heart to race and palms to sweat as I eerily prophesy the imminent collapse of that way-too-close-to-covering-my-whole-head blanket leading to my terrifying suffocation and likely death all in about 9 seconds. Yes, I sit here and exclaim the ludicrousness of these whims, but in the situation where the confines are far too close, those whims evolve into distinctively real, lugubrious possibilities; the only rational thing to do is to be afraid! My mind shrieks: "You dummy! If you don't untangle yourself from this mess you and I will both surely be squished to death!" And who am I to ignore such a sinister threat? As rapidly as possible, I extract myself from the "situation." It's the only reasonable thing to do.

So what portentous premonitions do other otherwise rational minds concoct? I certainly do not want to imagine lest I get any foreboding ideas.