Mr. Barnaby,
I have a disproportionate fear of what might happen whenever I’m in the dark, or anytime I’m left alone in large or secluded places. I even sometimes get it when I’m in bed with someone, or in a house full of people. So perhaps I should rephrase this altogether. It seems I have a highly active fear of some terrifying person/thing being able to find me and hurt me/kill me/kidnap me.
It’s a particularly odd sense of fear given that I’m good at martial arts, taller than most men, and have a scream that can shatter glass when needed (tested and true). I’ve had the fear since I was about 4, and though there are periods when it calms down, it’s still always with me. The only options I can come up with so far are: PTSD (for real though, not like that one below), ghosts, never having recovered from my brothers former obsession with jumping out of hiding places to scare me, or visions of a past life/future knowledge.
Either way, I can safely rule out the first, but the rest seem to be rather implausible. However, it’s a constantly stressful battle I would try almost anything to get over. Any ideas?
Many Thanks,
Scaredy Cat.
Hey Scaredy Cat,
That whole post could just have said “I’m scared of the dark. Why?”.
What a waste of ostentatiously long words. Although admittedly I have a go at people on this for being too vague. You posters can’t win can you?
THE DARK IS SCARY. That’s the answer. It is and always will be. Anyone who tells you they’re not afraid of the dark every now and then is a bigger liar than me. And I’ve told some whoppers in my time let me tell you. Like when I told my mum that the Spanish cleaner’s son had urinated in my rubbish bin so she’d get sacked and he’d stop playing with my toys whilst she was hoovering the remnants of my chewed toe-nails. He hadn’t pissed in my bin by the way. I did. It worked.
I was young. Well, 21.
Apologies. Off on a tangent.
So Scaredy Cat, don’t worry about it. It’s human nature. We’re drawn to the sun. Not so much to the moon. The oceans are drawn to the big round white thing.
That’s the kind of advice that three therapists, six serious boyfriends and endless cookie-eating binges could never give you. That’s why i’m here.
Cheers,
barnaby.
My suggested soundtrack:
Twin Peaks theme – Angelo Badalamenti
The Fear – Lily Allen
Where is my mind – The Pixies
