We live in a society that always wants to be flawless. A society that can never be fully satisfied. We always want to improve ourselves, do more self-optimization, become sportier, happier and more fulfilled. It goes always higher, further, faster. Better. As soon as we reach our goal, it goes straight on. Never enough. More success, more money, more happiness.
Phobias: “A strong feeling of fear that occurs in certain situations or is triggered by the sight of certain things, and increasingly restricts the person affected.” At least that’s how Google describes it. Omniscient. As always. I’m still a long way from being that far. I still have no idea what to expect. One click and I open a list. 70 phobias, sorted alphabetically. Roughly scroll down. I am astonished, how many different ones there are. Fear of height, of depth, of noise, of one’s own reflection, of pain, of touch, of spiders, of numbers, of technology or even of men. Well, the latter three are absolutely comprehensible to me. We all have to deal with fears in our everyday lives. We can’t avoid it. Sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes stronger or weaker. Part of our lives in a healthy environment. We receive signals to be attentive and careful in extraordinary situations. A basic instinct that tells us to protect ourselves from danger.
She can’t breathe. Crawling to get some air. A rope is wrapped around her throat. She’s trying to break from it. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops as the rope tightens. Millions of insects crawling and spreading all over her body. As he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.