I have a plethora of phobias...and everyone of them is utterly irrational. Like Monk, I have a list.
First off is my fear of cold, wet washclothes/towels. They're slimy, they're clammy...they send chills down my spine. I suppose this is 'cause when I wouldn't wake up, my brother would throw them on me.
Second, is dirty bandaids. Do you want me to scream? Do want me to cry? Stick a dirty bandaid under my nose. I promise that a fear-filled shoot of vomit will escape from my mouth.
Lastly, is ketchup/mayo. I constantly shirk from my lunchmates because of this. The very smell will send me running.