Another Friday on the farm, this being Friday the 13th. I don't see any black cats and I guess I don't walk under ladders even if it's not the 13th. And I don't really suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia anyway. How's that for a mouthful!? It's a big word that means you've got a phobia about Friday the 13th. (From frigga meaning "Friday" and triskaidekaphobia (or paraskevidekatriaphobia) which is derived from the combination of the Greek words Paraskeví (meaning "Friday"), and dekatreís ( meaning "thirteen") attached to phobía ( from phóbos, meaning "fear")).
I do not suffer from probatokaunlophobia . . .
Or a fear of llamas. And obviously, she does not have hydrophobia (fear of water).
Nor do I have alektorophobia. . .
Nope, no chicken phobia. I don't even have apiphobia!
Oh, I don't want to get caught in the middle of a swarm of bees, but that's not apiphobia, or fear of bees, that's just good sense!
Thankfully, I do NOT have anthrophobia either.
That would be sad to be afraid of flowers.
Don't really have to worry about nyctophobia or selenophobia either.
(If I did have a fear of dark or any other real phobia, I'd go on over to someplace like the Fear Of Dark and learn how to get rid of my phobia!)
I will confess, however, that there might be a smidgen of the well known arachnophobia lurking in my psyche.
But while spiders of a certain size give me the heebie-jeebies, I can live with the fear. ... mostly.
So not a lot of phobias here on the farm. Happy Friday the 13th!