… personal, inexplicable, exaggerated, and illogical fears I’m feeling …. in the present.
When I thought of “Fun with Phobias” in February, I knew it was a personal blogging goldmine (or “cash cow,” as people say in the marketing biz). That is, this was a topic I could use repeatedly, getting new value from it with minimal effort.
And yet, while I returned to that blogging golden cow the very next day, I have not used it since.
In the therapy biz, here’s a question people often ask:
That is, why am I returning to this topic, on this particular day, after a hiatus of many months? As usual, I have a multi-part answer:
- A friend recently used the word “fearless” to describe me. I took issue with that label, and we discussed how I (and he, too) actually do this:
- I have lots of seemingly unrelated photos I want to show you, and — since I am capable of feeling fear about almost everything — this topic should provide an easy way to introduce whatever-the-hell pictures I want.
- It’s Mother’s Day, and Mom-o-phobia is something some people may have felt or experienced, at least for moments (although I’m not experiencing that now, in any way).
While I could, at this point, indulge in some Intro-Blog-o-Phobia (the fear of writing a not-good-enough beginning for a post) … instead, let’s proceed to phobias with photos.
The fear of missing things — including people, experiences, and objects (in the past, present, and future).
For example, I saw this penguin, a week or so ago:
Then, a few days ago, I took another picture at the same location, to show how a tree there had blossomed:
And, while I noticed changes to the tree … what did I totally miss? Changes to the penguin.
These days, I might also experience Miss-o-Phobia about:
- The groups and individuals I do psychotherapy with (when my health is better).
- My mother.
- My father.
- Anything or anybody not in my immediate vicinity, at the present moment.
Two meanings: (a) the fear of forgetting, losing, or otherwise not-having-on-hand a necessary ticket (for a trip or an event) and (b) the fear of getting a parking ticket.
Note: The latter manifestation of this phobia is often co-morbid* with Quarterlessness-o-phobia, the fear of not having the correct change.
The fear of experiencing something or somebody never encountered before.
I experienced this feeling yesterday, on my way to meet somebody new:
Wait! Who is that?
That’s The Culture Monk, a blogger I admire, a/k/a Kenneth Justice. Kenneth has been taking his show on the road, with his “Drinking in the Culture Tour,” and I went to see him at a coffee house in Cambridge, MA.
It was great to hang with Kenneth for an hour, and talk about many things, including the past, present, and future of blogging and (not surprisingly) fear (eeeek!).
I told Kenneth, when I met him, that he wasn’t as intimidating as I had feared. Instead, he was instantly easy to talk to (which I also knew, on some level, from reading his blog).
As usual, my fears of the new — once I faced them — were unfounded.
And, as I was reminding myself on my way to meet him, Kenneth was NOT new to me. I have been meeting up with him, here in the blog-o-sphere, for quite a while.
Whenever you encounter something new, familiarity is also there somewhere (although you might miss it).
Speaking of that, those who are familiar with ME may have noticed, in that last photo, somebody else I admire: Jackie Chan*** (in the lower left).
Yes, Jackie Chan was NOT new to me yesterday and … neither was The Culture Monk.
So, maybe the old saying is true:
Which gives me a GREAT excuse to end this post with some other photos, recently taken under the sun.
In order of appearance:
Happy Mother’s Day!
Thanks to everything and everybody who helped me write this post, including fears, Susan Jeffers, parents, work, Kenneth Justice, Jackie Chan, the sun, the Dalai Lama, and … you!
* The number in the post title is a roman numeral meaning “3,” although I could easily have written 110 previous posts about this topic.
** “Co-morbid” in the therapy biz means “occurring at the same time.” Despite the way it looks, it has nothing to do with death. (Eeeek!)