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I like to think of myself as a fairly rational person. I don't believe in religion. I don't believe in the supernatural. I'm perfectly happy that way. I'm perfectly happy with people who *do* believe in religion and the supernatural. It's all fine. But you know sometimes there's those dream that you have, those utterly horrifying ones, and someone says something and it sticks with you and it scares you. Like someone on my facebook put up a link to a website saying something about hearing voices and waking up to see someone watching you. And I don't believe, frankly speaking, though I would like to believe in magic. And that's my problem.
My rational mind says that I shouldn't be scared because no such thing exists, and that I'm being dumb. But some part of me wishes magic is real. That part of me will probably never grow up, and I'm okay with that. And I've only just realised that there's a better way to deal with fears. And not just irrational ones like that. Actual, genuine concerns, about things that might or might not happen.
Rather than saying that it would never happen, I ask myself how I'd deal if it did. And I plan. And if it never happens, it's okay. If it does, I'll be okay too. If I wake up at three am and I see a skeleton looming over my bed? Well, I have an umbrella. I'll pick it up and I'll stab it. If things like that did really exist, wouldn't it be the greatest adventure?
Ugh. I don't know. I should just get off the internet.
My rational mind says that I shouldn't be scared because no such thing exists, and that I'm being dumb. But some part of me wishes magic is real. That part of me will probably never grow up, and I'm okay with that. And I've only just realised that there's a better way to deal with fears. And not just irrational ones like that. Actual, genuine concerns, about things that might or might not happen.
Rather than saying that it would never happen, I ask myself how I'd deal if it did. And I plan. And if it never happens, it's okay. If it does, I'll be okay too. If I wake up at three am and I see a skeleton looming over my bed? Well, I have an umbrella. I'll pick it up and I'll stab it. If things like that did really exist, wouldn't it be the greatest adventure?
Ugh. I don't know. I should just get off the internet.