Every reasonably neurologically healthy person has some fear of public speaking. How much varies hugely from individual to individual. But I suspect that it is very common among philosophers. Why? Because the majority of people who enjoy receiving a lousy salary in return for an insane amount of work have got to have some very good reasons. One good reason, I believe, is that they enjoy working in the comfort of their own home and enjoy the solitude and the control they have over their own time and direction of their work. They are good old-fashioned introverts, who don't really truly enjoy large assemblies of people but who may have adjusted to them and who may even come across as extroverts on a good day. Do introverts fear public speaking more than extroverts? I don't know. But I believe that they do. If you dislike large groups of people or prefer your own company to that of other people, it is not likely that you by nature are super-comfortable speaking to a large group of people. That said, I don't want to rule out that some people went into the profession because of the possibility of fame and attention.
As for my own case, I started out with an extreme fear of public speaking. I recall taking a large lecture class in molecular biology the first year of college. Despite it being a large lecture class, we were all expected to do a presentation. I hadn't spoken in front of a lot of people before, so I had no idea that I had a fear of public speaking. I was assigned a topic, and over-prepared. I made about 50 slides. This was before the age of Powerpoint. So my slides were the old-fashioned transparent kind that you put on an overhead projector. They were all lying in my lap in the correct order when I was sitting in the lecture hall waiting for the professor to call my name. I felt my heart pump very fast and hard even before he called my name. When he called on me, I stumbled down the steps to the front of the lecture hall. My hands were shaking. My legs felt like rubber. Then as I was about to put the first slide on the overhead projector, I dropped all the slides on the floor. The 200 students in the lecture hall were not making a single noise. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart pound. I had no idea what to do. Like an idiot, I hadn't numbered the slides and now they were all lying in a big mess on the floor. No one said anything, not even the professor. I collected the slides from the floor in a big messy pile in my arms, mumbled that I just couldn't do this and then went back to my seat. No one said anything. The professor started lecturing like nothing had happened. I felt terrible.
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