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I suffer from kompounophobia and have a mild dislike of clusters of holes.
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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?
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I'm afraid of getting old, though. I'll probably shoot myself when I get to the point where I can't stand up myself.
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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.