Insectophobia or That Reasonable Urge to Kill, Kill and Kill!
There was this eerie story about a girl at the age of eight, who upon her first time of entering the Museum for the Reinstatement of National Identity, experienced first hand the traumatic horror inflicted by paranoia. It was during her third step towards the door, as she was just about to cross inside, one foot alighting towards the thick, dusty red-blue-and-white designed carpet covering the whole lobby, where the stars ordered near the information desk, and the stripes lead to the main stairs, that a ladybug, a beetle suddenly came out of nowhere to his nose. She was surprised of course, terrified even, but all that she was able to do was to scream in a screechy yet reverberating way, the mysterious yet magical words “alibadbaran.”
No one knows what language it comes from. But observers and followers of the story thought it to be an ancient prayer of wishing for something not only to die, but to kill. They have even propagated it, with their mass following, to have the English translation as “Insectophobia.”
They say insectophobia is different with the real phobia pertaining to the fear of insects. Although having the word insect in it, it doesn’t literally translate to “fear of insects.” It’s not even a real phobia. What is named is what’s behind the reaction, the brooding motivation behind that reaction, which can be summed up in four letters: “kill.” And yet, this killing isn’t the one of blood-thirst, but rather instinctive and as a result of accident.
The word has generated a lot of controversy and many people can relate to it, legitimizing the existence of such a feeling. Today, Insectophobia has become an enterprise, with its own line of fashion accessories from clothes, to bling, from the outrageous to the formal. Like animal cufflinks. Specially created to commemorate its etymology, Insectophobia has released, in its line of sterling silver cufflinks, the Ladybug cufflinks. Perfect to be worn in your “alibadbaran” moments.
