Monday, October 10, 2005

Weekinceptiphobia Plus!

Transpariphobia: Fear that one is invisible (usually flares up on line while others order their lunches.)

Comprehensissueillustrataphobia: Fear that one's friends and family will understand the veiled slights in one's paintings.

Juvenfocusiphobia: Fear that the world centers itself upon not only the next generation, but also the generation thereafter. Certainly, not one's own generation.

Subterraeneaconversaphobia: Fear that someone may try to talk with one on the subway.

Filthilucrecontactanourishmentaphobia: Fear that the money-handler is also the food-preparer.

Progeniadiscoveriapecadillomeophobia: Fear that one's children will discover some of one's shennanigans.

Progeniacomittapecadillomeophobia: Fear that one's children will commit some of one's shennanigans.

Malpronunciaphobia: Fear that in the desire to appear classy, one will mispronounce words one has just read in the New Yorker but one has never actually heard amongst one's real friends.

Closetiproximiadiviniaphobia: Fear that one's friends, simply by standing close to one's closet, will somehow know the contents therein.

Presenciapreviasubterraeneaphobia: Fear of sitting on an already warm seat on the subway.


Anonymous fatty said...

maybe it's a sign that we've been living in vastly different places for a while now (you right coast, me left coast), but the only one of these that registered w/ me was Juvenfocusiphobia. i've got that one in spades.

3:39 PM  
Blogger ZinniaSoCA said...

I love these... laughed all the way through while figuring out how to pronounce them, and I can relate to each of them. I have done the Malpronunciaphobia thing at least a couple of times in my life. For YEARS I both read and said the word "halcyon" as "halycon." And I remember being humiliated in 7th grade when I said "CHOP in" instead of "sho PAHN" when I was flaunting my musical knowledge. It haunts me to this day. I had played much of the music on my own but had never heard it pronounced, at least so that I recognized it for what it was.

I am often invisible, so I relate to that one, and it's because of our "polite" upbringings. We have to learn that most everyone else is pushy and rude (I imagine that to be even more true in New Yawk) and GET IN THERE AND GET THE LUNCH. I used to say, gently, politely, "Excuse me, I was first," but they already were ordering by the time I finished. Now I just step up, butt right in, and say I WAS HERE FIRST. I don't know those people so what the heck do I care if they think I'm pushy and rude, eh?



5:22 PM  
Anonymous julie said...

Does Weekinceptiphobia mean fear of Mondays? Just a guess.

8:28 AM  
Blogger newbrooklyner said...

Fatty, Aren't both coasts left in the USA? That said, you should be immune to Juvenfocusiphobia because It is all about you. Forever.

Mumo, I don't know why you are so smart and kind to me and my sibs. This makes me suspicious of course, but thankful. You'll always be right on with your halycon days of Choppin.

Julie, you are right. ("Tell me why!" "I don't like Mondays..." etc.)

11:05 AM  
Anonymous matt said...

thanks for making me smile. i truely enjoy your blog, and your paintings are unbelievable. your ability to capture emotions with words and brushstrokes makes coming back to this page worthwhile.

3:11 PM  
Blogger ZinniaSoCA said...

Oh, please don't be suspicious. I'm just an old lady amusing myself nearly all day every day on the computer, because I am too ill to do much else. I found a lot of nice people and enjoy visiting their blogs. I hope I'm not making a nuisance of myself.

Here is my old personal website (I'm rebuilding my domain because I sold the old one) if you want to see who I am: Fortune City has lots of popups, so you may not want to go there if you don't have a popup stopper.

My blog is at

If you put ladyzinnia (no space) in google, you will get oodles of hits, and they are me, I are they, me is that, they am I, whatever.

The community where the most people know me in person is SeniorNet (I am Zinnia SoCA there) -- I was featured in an article online and in their print magazine a couple of years ago and I have met over 300 SeniorNetters in person over the years, via bashes, and via luncheons that I arranged every month.

I'm not very "cool" in that I say what I feel out loud and/or in print, often at length. Facing death shook me up pretty much for a while and I have learned to live in the moment as well as to continue to try to be kind to others. Random acts, I guess.

Hugs to you and yours,


4:27 PM  
Blogger newbrooklyner said...

MuMoZinSoCa, I was kidding about being suspicious. You are extremely cool and kind. But I would never guess you to be a senior. You're a feisty old lady! I am glad that Death has passed you by because lots of people (more than I probably can know) really love you. Please stick around!

Matt: Thanks, you nicey.

5:13 PM  

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