There is a documented, named fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth, it is called arachibutyrophobia, and knowing that has genuinely improved my life. These weirdest phobias are proof that the human brain can develop a terror of literally anything, up to and including basic Tuesday activities. Some of these are horrifying. Some of these are just me every morning. Let’s meet the fears.

This makes No-Shave November an literal horror movie.

Shower drains must be an apocalyptic event for these folks.

Laundry day? Absolutely not.



Let's be honest, 99% of modern society has this one.



Coldplay must be their least favorite band.







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The grooming ones form a genuinely upsetting trifecta. There’s a fear of hair, a fear of beards, and a fear of bathing, which means for a certain unlucky person, a trip to the salon is an extreme sport, No-Shave November is a horror film, and the shower is a no-go zone. I feel for them, mostly, although the fear of bathing does explain a very specific era of every middle school, and Axe body spray built an entire empire on that exact demographic.
Then there’s the daily-grind avoidance category, which I refuse to call a coincidence. There’s a real, clinical fear of work, ergophobia, and I would like to formally add it to my Monday vocabulary immediately. “Sorry boss, the ergophobia is flaring up.” There’s a fear of numbers, which honestly my bank account triggers on a weekly basis, and suddenly every math class I ever struggled through makes complete sense. These aren’t phobias. These are just accurate responses to modern life that happened to get Latin names.
And the oddly specific modern ones are my favorite. Nomophobia, the fear of being without your phone, which is not a rare condition, that’s just 99 percent of everyone reading this, sponsored by the low-battery notification. And then plutophobia, the fear of money, which I want to state clearly I do not have, and if anyone reading this is suffering from it, I am here, I will take that burden, my inbox is open. Suffering from success is real and I’m ready to help.
What I genuinely enjoy about this whole list is how normal it makes my own nonsense feel. You spend your whole life thinking your specific weird aversion is a personal flaw, and then you find out it has a name, a Greek root, and a support group. That’s not a disorder anymore. That’s a diagnosis. That’s practically a personality.
And the specific ones are the most comforting, because they prove the human mind will latch onto anything. Somebody out there is genuinely rattled by the color yellow, which means rubber ducks and bananas and sunshine are all off the table, and Coldplay must be a nightmare. That’s not sad, that’s kind of amazing. If the brain can fear yellow, then my thing, whatever my thing is, is completely reasonable by comparison.
The mind can fear anything. Frankly, that’s a relief.
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