Arachnophobia.

Life is an awful lot like a game of solitaire.

It's something that you will at some point find yourself spending an awful of time doing, even though it's not really very fun. No matter what cards you are dealt they will be inevitably wrong. Sometimes of course you will simply be dealt exactly the wrong card at exactly the wrong time. Often you simply never get what you need, even if you had several options that could have theoretically resulted in some success. And slowly these add up towards your inevitable failure. You will make mistakes, but even you undo them ultimately nothing improves. Sometimes you might ask for hints, and whilst they may seem like a good idea at the time, in the long run they simply don't help. Often you will think that you're doing alright, and making suitable progress. It is at this point that everything will of course go suddenly and horribly wrong, and you will find yourself mired in a chaotic mess from which there is no escape.

There will be, of course, the rare occasion where you will triumph, and everything seems great. On reflection though this is always the product of sheer blind chance as much as it is any skill on your part. Usually moreso. And the next time you come back to it you will be confronted with the same wall of inevitable failure. And there's no way around it, because ultimately you WILL come back to it, in the end.


If you do it for long enough you will question the concept of free will.

It is something that you will always do alone.

And the only way to avoid all this is simply to quit.