Just the usual ones for me. Arachnophobia - if I get it in my head that there might be a spider anywhere near me, I absolutely will not rest until I see it destroyed; which makes it awkward if there actually isn't one. There have been nights as a kid when I have stayed awake and on the alert all through the night, stalking one of the damn things in my bedroom. Or spider central, as they must have called it. Nowadays, I will try to get it removed using the traditional glass and card method to transport it outside where it belongs. But if that's not practical, it has to die. Then of course I will feel terrible for hours at having taken a life.
Acrophobia - I am particularly phobic about heights. I think it might have started when I was very young, something like four or five, when apparently my Dad caught me and my sister with the window wide open and leaning right out of it. We were on the fifteenth floor at the time. He says he had to tiptoe up to us and pull us away, though neither of us remember it. Interestingly, I don't think my sister shares my phobia. It's a weird one, because unlike probably every other phobia, you're actually attracted to the thing that you fear, so you actually have to fight your own instincts to step to the edge. Many years ago on a family holiday to Scotland, we drove and then hiked up a mountain to where there's a flight school. I was fine, because although we were stupid-thousand miles above sea level, I was still on the ground. It wasn't until we went into the gift shop, raised up on a wooden platform, that I was suddenly stupid-thousand miles plus four feet up in the air - and I became a particularly sexy jelly.
Other than those two, nothing else springs to mind.
Acrophobia - I am particularly phobic about heights. I think it might have started when I was very young, something like four or five, when apparently my Dad caught me and my sister with the window wide open and leaning right out of it. We were on the fifteenth floor at the time. He says he had to tiptoe up to us and pull us away, though neither of us remember it. Interestingly, I don't think my sister shares my phobia. It's a weird one, because unlike probably every other phobia, you're actually attracted to the thing that you fear, so you actually have to fight your own instincts to step to the edge. Many years ago on a family holiday to Scotland, we drove and then hiked up a mountain to where there's a flight school. I was fine, because although we were stupid-thousand miles above sea level, I was still on the ground. It wasn't until we went into the gift shop, raised up on a wooden platform, that I was suddenly stupid-thousand miles plus four feet up in the air - and I became a particularly sexy jelly.
Other than those two, nothing else springs to mind.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
