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Just in buttons, or is it Trepanophobia (don't google that)? I'm not sure if that technically counts as a phobia for me, but it's a visceral disgust. I think it's interesting because it's almost like a memetic phobia for me - it didn't bother me until I heard someone describe it, and it's just gotten worse since then.
Also, how do you get on in life when you're surrounded by buttons?
Nah, my theory is that when I get that old I'll take every single drug known to man. The idea being that (a) I'll need something to cheer me up, (b) I can't fuck up my life all that much when there's not much of it left to live and (c) the cops aren't going to send an 80 year old to jail for possession.
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Eventually you just get used to it, don't think about them being there and don't touch them with your hands :/ it's just them though, nothing else hole related really. I don't like clusters of holes but it's a different feeling and much less disgusting.