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Picture it. You are walking down the sidewalk one afternoon. The beautiful day seems to be holding so much in store for you. The sun is shining, flowers are in full bloom, birds are chirping in the distance. One could almost past this picture-perfect setting off as a scene in a Disney movie. The suddenly, you see it sitting there in your path. You try to look away as quickly as possible, but it is too late.
The strong hands of Mother Nature grip your neck with all of her power. Your dry, sweltering mouth begins to gasp short breaths. Your arms tremble, legs numb, and your spine becomes engulfed with cold, but somehow hot, chill-bumps that seem as though they are the size of dimes. The picture-perfect atmosphere surrounding you has suddenly been replaced with dark, rolling thunderclouds forcing you to isolate yourself from this nasty world for the rest of the day. These are common anxiety related feelings I feel on a weekly basis. I suffer from Ranidaphobia. The weapon of my destruction, you may ask. The answer is surprising to most. Maybe because it is just a little frog.
I remember watching television when I was little. One of the stations had a frog as a mascot, a basic advertising scheme. Most would think he was a cute little fellow with his little top hat and cane, singing an old song my grandmother would enjoy listening to on a regular basis. However, in my living room, it was a different picture. I sat there clenching my jaw, wondering who was out to get me with the annoying, disgusting creature dancing on the screen. I am not exactly sure when my fear began, or why it had to involve such a common creature. Nevertheless, one thing is for sure, frogs are by far the most vile, terrifying members of the planet that I have ever come across.
The first time my family realized there was a problem was my junior year of High
School. Like all of my acquaintances, I had just received my license and was driving a new Sports Utility Vehicle. However, shortly after I received my vehicle, I almost totaled it into a tree. What could cause me to lose my pride and joy? While driving to the beach and singing to the radio, I noticed one of those vicious, slimy animals in the floorboard. All I could think about was getting out of the car, no matter what means I went about in doing so. There went my new SUV and part of my dignity as well. Nevertheless, none of that really mattered to me, as long as the frog was out of my sight.
I realize some people may see me as drastic or even a little crazy at times, but Ranidaphobia is actually not that far fetched. According to the Center for Phobias located in Colorado, nearly 2 million people have some sort of form of this particular phobia in the United States. There are several programs designed for people who suffer from Ranidaphobia, including methods for curing. I, however, have not yet decided I am ready for that. Frogs still use those gross, slimy long legs to hop through my head on a daily basis.
A girl I grew up with must have worn an article of clothing with a frog plastered on it, in some form, everyday for 10 years. It seems obviously difficult to survive my Algebra 2 class sitting behind the notorious frog lover. Recently, I have been able to understand that for some odd reason some people enjoy the vile amphibians. In fact, I realize my disorder is all about me and not everyone else should be associated with it. After all, my absolute favorite food is fried frog legs.
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