Cracker Barrel: Name that phobia
It started as a conversation with a friend. We were talking about his boy, and how afraid his boy once was of water.
“Hydrophobia,” I said, remembering the word from somewhere.
My friend grinned. “Ah, yes. The good old phobias. What is it that makes the names so fascinating?”
I shrugged. “Because they’re so long?”
“Or so official-sounding,” said my friend. “Just saying them makes you feel smug.”