Lockdown Living (P.4)
I’ve had a serious spider issue during lockdown. Enormous, monster spiders have invaded my room and are determined to give me multiple panic attacks until I’m left lying on my bedroom floor covered in cobwebs like a giant blue bottle fly... because there aren’t so many other ways to die at the moment.
I’m not one of those people who pretend to have arachnophobia. ‘Phobia’ as a word is used far too liberally these days in my opinion. Anyone as close as a meter away from you will have some sort of phobia, in any direction, like the proximity of rats to any one person in London.
‘Phobia’ should only be reserved for what it is. A phobia. Not a very basic fear or dislike of something. If that was the case, I would have a phobia of people who say they have phobias. And the cycle would just go on and on…