I pride myself in not being squeamish. Sure, artificial food colors gross me out, but really, it’s not like I have to cover my head with newspaper and chant a mantra (baby steps, baby steps, baby steps,) when faced with red 40.
All of this goes double for phobias; I don’t think I have any genuine phobias. Well, I didn’t have any phobias. As with most things (shoes, music, metastatic brain cancer,) the Internet lets you find new phobias that you didn’t know existed but you know that you must have:
German woman claims phobia of official letters
- A German court has ruled against a woman who claimed a phobia of official letters in her appeal against authorities' decision to cut off child support benefits. BERLIN
The finance court in western Rhineland-Palatinate state said Wednesday that the woman was sent a letter in May 2007 asking that she supply evidence to support continued payments for her daughter.
After she failed to respond, she was notified in July 2007 that the money was being cut off and given a month to appeal. Only in September did she reply and supply the requested documents — telling authorities, who threw out her appeal because it was too late, that she had a phobia of official correspondence. source.
You guys, I totally have that phobia! I hate opening my mail; it’s so boring, and apparently incredibly frightening. Sometimes I go weeks without opening my mail, other weeks I don’t even know where I put my mail (unconscious self-protection device?) What I thought was just sloth and laziness is actually a debilitating condition that might require years of therapy and intense introspection. I’m so excited!