I spent the better part of my childhood scaring the shit out of myself. The amount of times I called my parents during sleepovers to pick me up was ridiculous. For the life of me, I don’t know why I was so addicted to it, but I definitely made it my mission to have nightmares as a child. Remember that episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark? where the kid gets the xray glasses that can see those black-clad figures standing motionless in the room? I do. That shit changed me.
All of that, if you think about it, should have prepared me for the actual scary realities of living in the world as an adult. I should be able to say “Terrorists? Who gives a shit. Lemme tell you about this girl who always wore a green ribbon around her neck.”
I spent the better part of my childhood scaring the shit out of myself. The amount of times I called my parents during sleepovers to pick me up was ridiculous. For the life of me, I don’t know why I was so addicted to it, but I definitely made it my mission to have nightmares as a child. Remember that episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark? where the kid gets the xray glasses that can see those black-clad figures standing motionless in the room? I do. That shit changed me.
All of that, if you think about it, should have prepared me for the actual scary realities of living in the world as an adult. I should be able to say “Terrorists? Who gives a shit. Lemme tell you about this girl who always wore a green ribbon around her neck.”
