So it's a real thing.
Sorta.
So if you read the first part of What if? you probably know what I'm talking about. In the story I talked about the fear of opening doors and how I thought it was an interesting thought.
It actually came to mind after my sister got mad at me for closing the car on her. She pretty much held a grudge and refused to open it herself since I "slammed" it in her face. Ugh. Sisters.
But anyway a friend then proceeded to tell me that it is an actual thing.
So I then proceeded to look it up.
It came up as Agoraphobia, which is the fear of places and situations that might cause panic, helplessness, or embarrassment. So of course opening doors is just a category in that fear but that's just what google told me. It could also be Entamaphobia, the fear of doors.
So I guess that's your useless fact for the day.
Bye-bye!
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The Day My Imagination Ran Wild
RandomBasically this is just a bunch of funny things that I think of when I'm supposed to be working The title is extremely accurate. The only way to make it more accurate is by naming it "How to Tell That I've Actually Gone Insane"
