Scoliodentosaurophobia it is. The fear of lizards. To be precise , fear of those lizards which have a pointed teeth. I thought that all of them have pointed teeth. I never dared to verify it though. The first step in facing this fear is to discern the flow of thought when I confront the object of this fear and ironically , when I think about the object , all I can think of is fear. The worst part is ,these things dont know what they are upto. They don't know where they are going. They just get into what ever that can be got into. They get on top of anything that can be gotten upon. . like my bag, my laptop, my bed ,everywhere.Besides, they are camouflaged in a way that they can't easily be spotted.
Claustorphobia.. The fear of closed spaces. Somehow, one fateful day, I find myself in a thick enclosure made of iron. Its about three feet in thickness, closed on all sides. Only think I could do is hunch, and move my neck a little bit. As for the legs, I could at best squat.There's no light in this enclosure.There's this small hole through which air from outside reaches in.Sounds like a scene from the movies.You could breathe .. but do you want to be alive. You want to see the light. But is there a possibility. You like to be hopeful, but is it any good.This is the basis for the fear, and the only way out of it , I think,is to forget the basis of it.
Oh.. and then. I firmly believe that An idle man's brain is a devil's workshop, for only through his disoriented contemplations do these wierd fears , their objects and their basis manifest. I wonder what fear of drinking fresh water and fear of breathing fresh air would be called when another embittered idle soul gets out from a stint of idleness.
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