Phobias. They’re infuriatingly irrational things. Clowns send a burly 6ft male friend of mine into a hyperventilating panic. One woman I know faints if she sees tomato ketchup. My last boss insisted staples were inserted at a precise 90-degree angle into paper to make them ’safe’. But what exactly are phobias - and why do we have them?
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