Hate them. Horrible things.
With their spindly legs and hairy bodies and too many eyes. And the way they move, skittish and random: a piece of fluff blown straight out of hell.
Just sharing this with you is making my teeth itch. I’m shuddering, skin crawling, reluctantly envisaging the cobwebs behind my bureau. Continue reading “Arachno-phonya”
Confessions of a Microglossophobe
If, like me, you’re the sort of unwholesome individual who gets a sly kick out of reading about other people’s misfortunes and (or) anxieties, then no doubt you have at some point stumbled across one of the internet’s many lists of recognised phobias. From a fear of spiders to a terror of small spaces it seems that there’s a phobia for pretty much anything you can think of.
Continue reading “Scared of Small Talk”
Have you ever wondered where your beliefs come from?
I don’t mean the big stuff, like whether or not you believe there’s a God, or how you should NEVER wear black shoes with blue jeans – but instead the deeply ingrained little beliefs that to a greater or lesser extent, dictate the the running of our day to day lives and which also have a hand in shaping our self perception.
Continue reading “Don’t Believe the Hype”
Could you turn off your phone for twenty four hours?
Smart phones are ubiquitous, an essential component of modern life. You’re probably reading this on your phone right now. If not then you’re well behind trend. In the last year phones have overtaken laptops, desktops and tablets as the number one web browser of choice.
It’s not hard to see why. They’re stylish and convenient. You can whip them out at a moments notice. And they’re always on. Just a swipe of a finger and there, cradled in your palm, is a gateway to a virtual world of near limitless information and social networking opportunities.
Continue reading “Operation: No Phone”
Are Modern Conveniences Turning us Soft?
Here in the developed world, we’re spoiled.
Machines do the lion’s share of our physical chores. Vehicles carry our bodies. Soon, I imagine, we’ll have robots whose job it is to chew our foods, do all our thinking for us and even wipe our ars- tears away. Continue reading “The Cost of Comfort”