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I'm still not really sure what's going on but look, I'm typing with my eyes closed.
The dashboard on my blog gives me a lot of interesting information about how many people view my posts, what country the views are coming from, what links in my blog people have clicked, and the types of searches people have put in that brought them to my blog.
That last one is where things get a little weird. At the moment one of the searches showing up on my dashboard is “underage sex with little brother”. I don’t know who would be searching that, and I really don’t know how that brought them to my blog.
I’m uncomfortable.
I have just learnt about a phobia that I never previously realised I suffered from.
Trypophobia.
Here’s the best way I can sum it up. You know when you see something with lots and lots of tiny holes in it, like beehives, ant holes, and lotus heads (I stole these examples from Wikipedia), and you get a squirmy, uncomfortable, shivery feeling? That’s trypophobia. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, and you’re probably wondering why anybody would have such a ridiculous phobia, but google image search it and you might understand what I’m talking about. I think it’s about a hundred times worse when it’s on someone’s body.
Apparently this reaction people get, where they feel disgusted and inexplicably freaked out, is based on a biological revulsion, rather than a learned fear. Don’t take my word for it though because I really am only getting my information from Wikipedia. I promise I’m not always this lazy.
Anyway, since scrolling through the photos a google search of trypophobia provided, I can’t shake off those shuddery feelings. How bizarre.
I wandered into the rumpus room of my grandparents house yesterday to play on their baby grand piano while I’m here visiting. I noticed, with a grimace, that there was a big, brown spider dead (thankfully) behind the piano chair. Possessing no desire to move it or in fact touch it in any way, I sat down and ignored it.
I could not say the same for my cat, Tonka.
As he waltzed into the room behind me, he was immediately drawn to the small, food-sized bug in the corner. As I sat down to play I distinctly heard a crunching noise, and shuddered.
It was only when I came back into the room later in the evening that I realised Tonka had left all this behind:
Someone obviously isn’t a fan of the legs.
I stumbled, unfortunately, upon this tweet today, which has left me in a state of revulsion and shock.
this is why you wear footwear in public pools/gyms/showers: pic.twitter.com/SlRBsCeIse
— David Farrier (@davidfarrier) June 15, 2013
Click on the link at your own risk. For those too afraid to do so, I can only describe it as unpopped corn kernels growing out of somebody’s foot. I’m currently sitting at my computer chanting repeatedly “please let it be photoshopped, please let it be photoshopped, please let it be photoshopped”. I still don’t know if it’s real or not, but I have a horrible, sinking feeling that someone out there may have a creepy growth on their foot like that.
The worst thing is that you can’t help but keep staring at it in horror. It’s like a car crash – you can’t not look.
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