WAR
But besides form it:
Height. I get afraid and dizzy even if I climb on a stool. You’ll never see me on those big wheels like London eye or in a glass elevator.
Space, as in cosmos. Imagine yourself floating in space. No boundaries, no sound, not a single movement, no life. Nothing. Just you.
Walking around with an open backpack. It led me to some sort of an obsession to triple check if my bag is closed. Sometimes I would be walking with my bag and suddenly get a feel that it is open. Of course, I then have to take it off to see that it is closed.
And some other things, like Big Brother, some very eerie conspiracy theories, sociopaths, stuff here.
How can I be sure that I am communicating here with real people and not some programs?