Friday, March 8, 2013

Fear Of The Dark

I'm not scared of most things. In fact I'd say I'm afraid of fewer things than most people. Sharks still freak me out, but that's not the point. I'd like to talk a little bit about social fears. Fears about being judged. Everyone's looking at you, everyone's forming an opinion, everyone cares. Those were the thoughts I used to deal with every single day of my young life. The only joy I could ever find was those 4 hours a day I got to sit in my room all alone with my video games, or my homework, or some other mindless activity I could do all alone.
I'd like you to take that previous thought and just tweak it a little bit. This is what everyone should actually be thinking.
No one's looking at you. No one's forming an opinion. No one cares.
Now, I'd like to talk about the more conventional viewpoint about fears. The root of all fear is because you're uncertain of something. Fear of the unknown. Our minds grab onto these little thoughts and expand them to drastic proportions to the point in which we actually are scared of something. Consider this: We all coexist together don't we? We all expect one another to stay sane right? But really, all it would take is someone to mentally snap, and go on a killing spree as we're in class writing/reading these blogs! You could be killed in 4 seconds from now by someone who just can't take it anymore. Are you scared now? Of course not! You can probably see that this fear is totally irrational, but it's the type of thing I think about all the time.
I have a different approach to fears than our teacher. You see, fears are just the ability of the brain to tell your body stories. When you get scared, that's just your brain telling you a scary story. You want to know why I'm still scared of the dark? My brain says, "Hey, there's someone over there in that dark corner. He has a knife you know. He's probably going to try to kill you." Guess what brain? You did it! You made up that story all on your own didn't you? I love you so much.
My fears are what tell me I still have independent, free, creative thought. Looking back on it, I wish my brain would've gone into greater detail about this man.

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