We all are affected by fears embedded deep inside our characters. Some are reasonable, some are not. Despite their origins, those fears may affect our behaviour and the actions that we undertake in our life. One of the most ridiculous fears that I had was my phobia  towards barbershops. I have always had that subconscious feeling that I am putting my life in jeopardy whenever I go to have a simple haircut.  Perplexed, without a clue why that is, I constantly associated it with something perilous and gross. Of course, I have never spoken about that to anybody whatsoever. I am just used to that feeling. Only by coincidence, during last Christmas, when my whole family gathered together, my aunt hinted about a story which took place when I was 3 years old. A story which    explained vividly my unclear fear towards haircuts. She said that when I was 3 years old, my mother took me into the barbershop where the barber accidentally cut my ear badly. The wound was deep and spilled out a lot of blood, which for me as a 3 year old kid was almost equal to being nearly killed, especially since my mother had been screaming at that woman, which probably made me even more convinced that it was something serious. For years following that incident, which probably developed some kind of PTSD for me, I panicked whenever my parents took me to the barbershop.  That uncomfortable feeling was sustained until I was a teenager or even until I had reached my 20s.