Algophobia- fear of pain
Androphobia- fear of men
Astrachnephobia- fear of storms
Bacteriophobia- fear of germs
Belonophobia- fear of pins and needles
Decidophobia- fear of making decisions
Domatophobia- fear of being confined in a house
Ergophobia- fear of work
Gephydrophobia- Fear of crossing bridges
Gynephobia- fear of women
Aqua/hydrophobia- fear of water
Monophobia- fear of being alone
Mysophobia- fear of dirt
Necrophobia- fear of dead bodies
Nucleomitiphobia- fear of nuclear bombs
Ombrophobia- fear of rain
Optophobia- fear of opening your eyes!
Pediphobia- fear of children or dolls
Phobophobia- fear of own fears
Sitophobia- fear of food
Sopholophobia- fear of learning
Taphephobia- fear of being buried alive
Technophobia- fear of technology
Thalassophobia- fear of the ocean
Triskaidekaphobia- fear of the number 13
Tropophobia- fear of moving

my favs. weird? naw! this is the most fun part of Psychology (yeah, it's capitolized --- meaning it's important!)

Just Another Weapon?

The image wasn't readable, but yet i knew what it read. it was a flock of birds on a curve and only one was distant from the rest. Rather beautiful actually, but it somehow burnt the front of my head, right behind my eyes. No matter how long i squinted, i could never provide proof to my hypothesis because they were so jumbled up and fuzzy. all i held under my microsope was that one bird that flew away from the rest, but for all i knew it was dust on the lense. it almost wants to hurt you, like why we made push pins or needles, not to put things up on walls, or to sow, but to provide another weapon for the common human.

We are each different in the eyes of ourselves.

New York

Ah, the greatest city in the world; it truly is the greatest urbanization in the world. i really can't say anything about it without sounding completely unoriginal or trite, just writing about it makes me feel like i'm writing on a dry erase board that everyone seems to have touched. but, really i think going to college there would seriously be the most exciting thing in the entire world; just being a part of it (oh my goodness: mel torme's song). Because of everything: the rush, the natural high one gets when you simply walk there because you know that oh-so many people have walked there, Katherine Hepburn, Meryl Streep, Diane Keatan from the Woody Alan movies, Tina Fey (capitalized because the full importance level that has been reached), oh and yes, i know there's a bit of a difference between all those actresses and Tina Fey but how can you ever exclude Tina Fey, she's simply terrific and 30Rock is jaw-dropping (that word is used for lack of a better one because there isn't one for 30rock its too amazing).
Oh yes, New York, everyone loves it, the shops, the plays, (not including Jersey Boys sorry, but who really wants to be a Jersey Boy?), the smell of the sewage, the fact that it isn't the number one city for heroine (ehem ...Baltimore), the lights, the sounds, the resturants, the people even; yes even the people who scare me or the people i adore who happen to work there (ehem, Tina Fey) and the amazing fact that there are so many different people there but they all seem to conform into one big pack: the New Yorkers. the fact that anyone one who has gone there, is there, or will go there for their specific period of time is a New Yorker amazies me and makes me want to scowl at the rest of the cities who, somehow, cannot accomplish this.
The "big apple" holds everyone.

I have realized that i have cried on so many occasions that i didn't even need to. the only times ones really needs to cry is when something is really wrong or someone has held a gun/slingshot/knife to your head and said "cry, bitch, cry". if that doesn't happen or if nothing else important happens or that doesn't happen then really why do we all cry so much!?
I cried this morning because i truly don't have much (if any) self-esteem, but no one died, except you know a part of me but that doesn't matter as much as someone else dying; things could be much worse. yes, i know that is completely unoriginal, but really let's be practical and think next time we're balling into a pillow or shoulder and stop ourselves. we are above this; cry for someone or something that is dying, not for yourself.