Hey hey, what are you really afraid of?

The latest post of A Year After A Year After Surviving is here to show how phobia are really just laughable, unexamined impulses.

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“Happy Halloween!

What are you really scared of?

The older I get, the more hilarious I find phobias to be.

I just find it incredibly laughable that there are people who harbor irrational fears when there is just so much rational fear out there to be felt.
There is so much to be genuinely scared of: there is the fear that you’ll commit yourself to someone who turns out to be an abuser. There is the fear that you will never amount to anything even though you strive daily to make something of yourself. There is the fear that a psychopath will decide, in a split moment, that your time has come and will *push* send you onto the tracks of the subway moments before a train rolls into the station. There is the fear that your life will be remembered as nothing more than your death being a “we apologize for any inconvenience” to commuters.

There is so much to be rationally afraid of out there, that it truly baffles me that there are genuinely people whose biggest fear is spiders, or clowns, or sharks in the public pool.

Now, I have a theory: those who have phobias are really just those who are so emotionally unaware that they cannot fathom exploring their emotions beyond the surface.

Why am I scared of spiders?
They’re just icky.

Why do romantic films make me cry?
They’re just sweet.

Why do I enjoy Harry Potter even though my consumption of that media directly contributes to the abuse and deaths of trans people?
It’s just a part of my childhood.

Why do I feel and say nothing when I hear, watch, and/or physically witness the deaths of brown people in genocides and police actions across the world, but a singular near-forty, cishet, white guy who did nothing but condone hate and negativity getting shot is enough to send me into an indignant rage when he’s not unconditionally respected in death?
Well, murder is just wrong…”