Like if you’re afraid a convenience store will be robbed but you go there every day. Or you’re afraid of sidewalk cracks but walk everywhere.
Like if you’re afraid a convenience store will be robbed but you go there every day. Or you’re afraid of sidewalk cracks but walk everywhere.
I guess trypophobia? I don’t have it to an extreme amount but I feel uncomfortable every time I look at the ends of my bamboo chopping boards