Things - Mack’s phobias
Mack has twenty-one identified phobias. So far. There’s arachnophobia, a fear of spiders; dentophobia, a fear of dentists; pyrophobia, a fear of fire; pupaphobia, a fear of puppets; trypanophobia, a fear of getting shots; thalassophobia, a fear of oceans; selachophobia, a fear of sharks; and even phobophobia, a fear of phobias. But his worst phobia of all—the one he lives in terror of having to face—is claustrophobia, a fear of cramped spaces, or to put it as unpleasantly as possible, of being buried alive.
Mack has had one phobia or another since the age of four. His mother tried many (many, many) times over the year to talk him out of his irrational fears. As did his father. And his school counselor. And his minister. And his shrink. And another shrink. And another shrink. But none of them ever had any success. So, Mack was forced to come to terms with a life riddled with phobias. It isn’t that bad, really. He’s even created two coping mechanisms for himself. Whenever a phobia rears its ugly head, he can either: 1) scream and run away, or 2) try to talk himself through his fear, using logic, reason, and common sense. And when that doesn’t work, he can scream and run away.