There are tons of phobias in the world. I have more than a few myself. Anthrophobia, Anthophobia is the fear of flowers. Now, let me just say that I am not afraid of all flowers. I am afraid of wildflowers. I do find them beautiful, from a distance, in an evil, dangerous kind of way. I will buy flowers from the store or florists, sure, no problem there. I will not stop along some trail in the woods and smell or pick the “pretty” flowers.
This is thanks to my dad. You see when I was about five or six we were in the front yard. He led me over to a pretty little white flower. He told me to feel the petals and stem. I did. Hmm, it felt like any other flower. Well, then he said, “touch your nose”. Holy Ouch! Yes, the flower was Stinging Nettle. Stinging Nettle does not always look the same, so I can never be sure if I have come across it again. I have found it is best to just avoid those wildflowers that could be waiting to sting me.
Thanks dad, for giving me this awful and bizarre phobia of wildflowers; really flowers, why couldn’t it be something so much cooler? Actually he has led me to have a few phobias which I will describe in another entry.
Till then, stop and smell the roses!