So, you’re just coming to terms with fear of buttons, when another potential phobia rears its terrifying head.
Anatidaephobia. The fear of being watched by a duck.
My lovely fan, Eliza Wimperis, has alerted me to this word/concept/life-threatening mental illness, and I can’t quite get it out of my head. Why a duck? as the Marx Brothers might say. I feel quite strongly that all those Americans waving the flag for intelligent design should be confronted, forcibly, with Anatidaephobia. So, let me get this straight. A greater being created the duck, then the human, and then in a moment of divine whimsy….well, need I go on?
You can see why the idea of writing a book on the subject of God as a mad mercurial teenager appeals to me so strongly. The evidence is everywhere.
I’ve got a phobia about bellybuttons. Even typing that word makes me feel queasy. Fact.
I’ve always had kind of a fear of glands (yuk, even hate the word ‘glands’). You know the ones in your neck that doctors used to feel when you were a kid to see if they were swollen? I feel a bit sick talking about it. Never thought of it as a phobia. Wonder if there’s a word for it.
I feel ill when people touch their wrists in front of me. But I had to get over it when I started becoming a nurse.. I still look away when I’m taking someones pulse though.
There’s an apostrophe out of place… I am disappointed! (only joking)
its/it’s
I enjoy the blog very much!
Ah, Anon. How right you are. Consider it fixed. Wonder if there’s a fear of incorrect punctuation.
I am honoured to be mentioned on your blog…. quack!
HELP!!! Eliza is my sister, She will never stop going on about this now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had better go now as I have a fear of writing more than 32 words on blog responses! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I like the sound of you, John. Though I bet you drive Eliza mad.
Yes he does!!