I've become increasingly agoraphobic.
I am very scared of being outside my home for long periods of time.
If you're born in a cubicle and grow up in a corridor, and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown.
I don't have any phobias per se, but both tight and vast spaces tend to make me nervous after a prolonged time.
Outdoor stadiums scare me to death.
I do have a bit of a fear of heights. But I don't get scared of heights when I am flying a plane.
A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.
I'm agoraphobic. I can't deal with crowds.
Agoraphobia was my quirky armor against a gregarious America.
I have a lot of tics and phobias. I hate to travel. I hate to go to festivals. I hate it when somebody gets close behind me. I'm scared of the darkness. I hate open doors.
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
