Phobias

Aracniphobi, the fear of spiders, might be one of the first phobias to come across someone’s lips. One of my phobias is Cynophobia, or the fear of dogs. There are many things that scare people, but when someone starts thinking of college, fear is not the first thing that pops into their head. Usually, it’s things like staying up late, freedom, and being on your own that makes everyone jump for joy to leave their parent’s nest. I feel fear. I’m afraid to an extent. I know that it won’t be the being on my own, but it will be the whole, being on my own. Autophobia is my fear for next year, and it doesn’t include my parents or my friends, but my best friend.

Time spent together in my home isn’t frequent unless it is a holiday or a dinner. Daddy gets up early sometimes at four-thirty in the morning or sometimes at seven. He doesn’t relent till late in night, because he realizes that with our large family, he needs to work late. He works at home, but that doesn’t mistake that when he pulls out the beige, worn down metal chair in the back by the old, decrepit green workbench, he’s working. He pushes the light blue LED light on his computer, and turn the dial on his CB-radio to call up George, his friend. I still can hear him every morning, even on Saturdays,

“This is Bravo Charlie, 12-21, Bravo Charlie 12-21, coming at you from the Buckeye State, and Canton, the Pro Football Hall of Fame City, waving a hand out there,” he would say every single morning, weekday or not.

My eldest brother graduated four years before, and is in the Army. He can’t live near me and spend time with me, as he is stationed in Texas. Then again I’m not really sure if I’d really want him to anyway. My other brother, Jeremy, hangs with his friends and prefers no...

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Fear is so different to everyone, and each fear can be interpreted different. When I said fear of being alone, I know it’s not what everyone expect. It’s the fear that I won’t be able to have that constant attention, and I’ll have to branch out and meet new people to keep that fear at bay. It’s just hard after transferring in my school career up to seven times. I want that stability I had when I was a young child, being able to always go to my mother when I was lonely. Since Ross came along, I always had that stability. Now that I know I’m going to be alone, I don’t know if it’ll soften the blow, or it’s still going to be hard. Autophobia, the fear of being alone, or rather the fear of knowing your alone when you need company the most.

Works Cited
Culbertson, Fredd. "The Phobia List". Phobia List. 01 December 2009 .