A Few Phobia Letters

I enjoyed your last column. It's brave of you to admit to your phobias. I won't call you on the phone unless it's an emergency! I'm
scared to death of heights, but in a weird way. I can't climb up 3 rungs on a stepladder or look over a balcony 2 floors up without feeling dizzy or panicky, but I'm okay on a chairlift. Go figure. I also have a problem with grates in the sidewalk. I don't like to walk on them. So I guess it's a fear of falling thing on both counts.

-- marylou

Thanks for the recommendation to check out "Unusual Phobias". That site
is a riot. Fear of being drowned by peacocks? Fear of exploding
toilets???

Keep up the good work.

Sincerely,

Vince Morabito

My favorite, however, has got to be this one from Jesse.

"I wanted to commend your column this week. I know all about fears. I have a rather unusual one, which I found out that I share with an old high school friend: we are both afraid of condiments. Everything from ketchup to mayo to relish, but none worse than mustard!! They are certainly creepy spreads."