There are some
530 phobias in the world and generalized fears are an individual thing and
count in their infinity.
I fear very
little in life. Phobias I have none. That’s not bravado speaking, just the
simple truth. I have over the course of my life faced many scary moments, I even
enjoyed a near death experience, bright lights and all. I’ve faced fears of the
body, financial fears, emotional fears and fears for others. But none have had
a lasting effect. I got over it all.
So its safe to
say, that the only things left that truly can make me quake are the words “I’m
Late”, and I don’t mean to dinner, or the words “we need to talk”, whether the
latter comes from a girlfriend or a boss it does not need to matter.
Oh yeh and black
ice on the streets of Toronto or Montreal. Everyone should always be scared of
that stuff, it hurts like a real.. “$%^&^” when your butt hits the pavement
thanks to that slippery devil.
Mr Twenty
Something that works along side me , is tough, fit , uber-masculine and
uber-fit . He is almost model material, so good looking is he. Girls can just
not get enough of him and his gravity defying hair. He should be fearless.
I have long know
that Mr Twenty Something fears love. Actually just those three little words. He
is what most men believe that they ought to be. He is what most women think
they want. Yet for some reason, Mr Twenty Something can not see that within
himself.
When push comes
to shove and the three words need to be spoken, he freezes. And yet another
relationship slides away from Mr Perfect.
But hey, we are
all allowed at least one foible aren’t we. A fear , a phobia.
So prior to the
last Halloween I was sitting having a conversation with Mr Twenty and joking
about how his costume for the coming Halloween party should be a love heart,
due to his phobia of not being able to say “I love you”.
His face went
dark and I was about to be shocked myself.
“That’s not a
phobia, not like the others I have.”
“Others”
He continued,”
Aren’t you afraid of the paranormal”, he asked with true fear in his eyes, “and
what about needles at the hospital, they make me pass out”
I wasn’t sure
for a moment if he was playing with me, so I had to ask with great concern
,”Are you f**&^ serious?”
“God yeh, this
stuff is all out of our control.”
Now I grew up
with Steven Speilbergs’, Poltergeist movie and I think it bothered me for a
whole ten minutes out side of the movie theatre. But hey I was 10 years old, so
cut me some slack.
Mr Twenty
Something is close to a name change, that close to the big three zero is he.
How could he be scared of ghosts and goblins.
Then I
remembered, in my day, we actually had to go to the theatre to watch a movie,
scary or otherwise. Mr T and his flat mate just bought large flat screen tv’s
for their tiny apartment bed rooms. He now watches cinema standard movies from
the comfort of his bed, and just prior to sleeping. Or trying to sleep, in his
case.
In my day when
we journeyed to the theatre, when it ended, we had to battle crowds to get out,
we battled them again to find our cars, driving home, get changed, ready for
bed and then go to sleep. Sometimes we had a meal in the middle.
So even though
the movie freaked us out and we probably discussed it a few times over dinner
or on the way home, fact was we got over it, before bed time.
Mr Twenty Something
on the other hand, as masculine as he is, watches the flat screen at the end of
his bed, turns off the scary movie when it gets too much for him to handle, rolls
over ,and tries to sleep.
That in itself
scares the hell out of me, on his behalf.
I read once that
if you are having trouble sleeping then one thing you shouldn’t do, is to check
your email before bed time. Seems most emails make your blood boil and thus keeps
you awake after logging off the computer.
It is less the
experience of ghostly and paranormal activity that scares Mr Twenty Something
and others , as it is the fact that we bring it all too close to home. In this
case, too close to our bedroom.
Most kids , have
feared what lay under the darkened bed at night. Active or over active
imaginations. Imagine then having cinema size flat screen Tv’s in your bedroom
telling you something is under the bed, then trying to sleep?
That scares me
to think about it.
As much as
technology has advanced our lives, I am starting to see my parents words were
smart, “No TV before bed-time”, seems a wise move now.
Imagine if we
made children read a book before bedtime. Scary or not the active minds of
children might actually do some good.
Keep the
technology out the bedrooms and leave it in the living room where the living
are.
Bed is for
resting. Nothing should be less scary to us all.
