Eisoptrophobia
I am a Fowl, and as such my thirst for knowledge is…never ending. Recently, I’ve made good work of learning near everything having to do with my life and family. There’s a downside to the more I learn, though. The more my knowledge increases, the less and less subjects I have that interest me, whether I know of them or not. I haven’t had the same interest in near anything lately. I’ve been mildly, half-heartedly dabbling in African history, but it’s…predictable.
I am glad to announce, though, that my interests have been peeked once more.
Thanks to my brother, Myles, phobia’s are the current cause of fascination to me.
I know the standard text book reasons for a lot of fears. Mostly predictable ones. But the more and more I research these fears, the more outrageous, unusual ones I find. Which stimulates me in more ways then one. The outrageous factor is a good chunk of my peeked interest.
Myles himself has a rather unusual phobia.
Eisoptrophobia, or, the fear of mirrors.
Which is quite frankly more then a little confusing.
I have yet to figure out what it is with mirrors. I’m not really even sure if it’s an actual phobia, or just some sort of…phase. I never had anything like this in my youth, however, and both Mother and Father are flabbergasted.
So at this current moment, I find myself searching the web for recounts of Eisoptrophobia, a cup of warm tea and biscuits next to me, as it seems I might not sleep tonight with my attention on the subject.
I will list my results at a later time. Probably in a few hours.





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