There’s a word for these. Phobias. Maybe you know the particular terms for each one.
- You pass a police car sitting beside a highway and automatically look in the rear-view mirror, clueless to any possible offense.
- Spiders or rats, just because others in my household freak out at the slightest suspicion.
- Any missing item. I’ll go squirrelly trying to find it.
- Saying the wrong thing … after the fact. Just what was it, anyway? How could that possibly have been offensive?
- I’m going to be late – or even miss it altogether. An airline flight, a crucial appointment, or just a big meeting, maybe even where I’m the featured attraction. But interruptions keep me from getting started out the door. And then there’s the possibility of bad traffic.
- Some undiagnosed affliction. Like cancer.
- Being powerless or helpless. Especially in the face of bureaucracy or injustice.
- Losing my keys.
- Can’t find the car. Not just a parking lot, either.
- Getting locked out of the house when everyone else is away.
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’Fess up now. Add to the list.
Of course, this is totally unrelated to the theme. Just another thing on my mind.
Jnana's Red Barn 
yeah……..I totally get this…living with a chronic illness anxiety has a way of creeping in before every appt………..worried about what else will they find as most appts. have gone that way before!
Snakes, especially after I was trapped in the garage with a 6-foot-long rat snake.
Better, I guess, than a six-foot-long rat. Either way could lead to nightmares …