VICE ONE: BE A DRINKER — Check.
This is why I eat as much organic food as I can.
Sweet, sweet sacrilege.
I get it.
If I noticed that when a mouse entered the room, Sally jumped on a chair and asked me to rid the room of it, I would deduce that Sally had a fear of mice. I would say, “Sally, I think you have a fear of mice.” Sally would agree. And we’d frolic hand in hand to the ice creamery for a shake and a cone.
If several more instances occurred of Sally jumping on chairs every time a mouse entered the room, I would call it a phobia of mice. I would eventually say, “Sally, you are musophobic.” It is simpler and prettier than calling it, “Fear of mice or rats”.