First - we must review - I hate thorns... I hate Russian Olive Trees... I love my Sister in Law from Russia though! This Site has no special name for a fear of thorns so I guess I'll have to come up with something on my own... pokephobia sounds too much like I'm afraid of some kids' card game... which while that may have some truth is not what I am going for... Maybe I'll leave it up to you, you can name that phobia for me... what, no ideas? that word verifier is sure to give you some good ideas isn't it? The closest I can come up with is Aichmophobia - which is a fear of needles or pointed objects... yeah - that doesn't quite work for me because I can sew with needles all day - and pointed objects in general don't give me the willies... but I STILL refuse to go into my parents backyard because there was once a Russian Olive Tree out there and even though my Dad chopped it down there may still be some stray thorns in the grass...
Second - as I admitted to in the comments yesterday I hate having my feet covered... same goes for my hands. We'll just go ahead and call this an extremity specific form of claustrophobia. Seriously, I could be locked in a small box and not freak out as long as I had enough room to maneuver so that I could remove my socks and shoes. Anyone who saw yesterday's post should be shocked that I never learned my lesson on this one - but aside from that one incident and the fact that I have the most calloused feet this side of the Mississippi this has not hindered my life much. Wait, oh yeah - the glove part did cut short my dental assisting career... I got over that. I was for awhile quite afraid of the dentist (Dentophobia) but then I realized I wasn't afraid of the DENTIST, I was afraid of THE dentist... MY dentist... I got a new one and my teeth are happier and healthier :)
My last phobia (or at least the last one I had BEFORE reading that list) also has no name... seriously people - there are four DIFFERENT words to describe one's fear of prostitutes and venereal disease but if I'm afraid of Foam there's nothing??? that's right - Foam, I said it - I just can't stand the way it feels!!! This is nothing debilitating - I can be in the same room as foam and all... and actually if it's covered I don't have issues... I mean I'll sit on the couch - and even though I know there's a foam divider between the select comfort mattresses I still roll over to Q's side to steal the covers. So actually it's not just foam I'm afraid of... it's NAKED FOAM... okay, now I'm shivering at the thought of touching it... that's enough talk!
and hey - do yourself a little favor... if you are in the least bit "suggestible" you may want to avoid reading that list... because know I'm debating Agateophobia (fear of insanity), Albuminurophobia (fear of kidney disease) and Arachibutyrophobia (fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth)... and that's just the A's!