Like today, A and I shared our phobias on Spiders (for her) and Snakes (for myself). I told her a story about how I screamed at the television when I saw a snake bite a man’s arm. I told her that sometimes my irrational fears get the best of me.
A said, “woah, woah. My fear isn’t irrational. It’s called arachnophobia and it is a term.”
I wanted to be all like, “Well, if you look it up, phobias are irrational fears. Plain and simple.” Also, I wanted to remind her that I am a Psych major, and I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about. But, lucky for her I wasn’t in the mood for arguing. I didn’t want to make her feel like shit. So I held my tongue. Being a pacifist sucks and kind of upsetting sometimes. Because more often than not, I fail at getting my points across; I’m not so much into arguing and debates and the whole, “I know that for fact so, get it together!” type of thing (read: except when I’m PMSing. It’s on).
It just stinks sometimes. But oh well, she’ll figure it out someday.