Daily Blog 3
Greetings!
Ah, having a daily goal is nice. Having goals at all is nice, it's something I should do more often for myself. So today I will indeed tackle one of my topics and really start this out right.
If you followed the link yesterday then you probably have a good idea I wish to talk about one of my muses; Ursula Vernon and to also talk about one of my irrational fears, just as I promised yesterday.
This particular topic choice seems fitting for this whole thing. I hadn't realised it last night when I posted, I just randomly chose something to ask you to write about and linked it to something I thought you might enjoy. But as I was thinking about what I really wanted to write I realised that irrational fears have a lot of impact on me. Much of my own self doubt comes from fears that just plain make no sense. So I suppose this is acting as my own chupacabra. Exploring and taming my own monsters, rather than hoping someone will come along and tame them for me. It never works, buggers break out and go back to tormenting me the moment that person is out of sight.
Another reason that Ms. Vernon is a good topic to set the mood for this is her own blog If there is anyone who I'd want to be like in my writing of blogs it would be her. Everyday dramas that everyone deals with turn into amusing stories in her hands. Little day-to-day occurrences presented in such a way that it's as enthralling to read as the greatest adventure novel. This. This is what I would aspire to, if I was wanting to emulate anyone at all.
And that's not even touching on her artwork. Unusual frogs, twisted metal and stone labyrinthine ruins of who knows what, zoomorphic fruit and veggies, valleys of wangs. . . Her art covers a lot, and isn't tied down to what you'd expect. It's art that's free to just be, in my opinion. There's no rules except the rules the art places upon it's self. I think that. . . energy is amazing. It's something I think everyone could use in their life. A kind of carefree whimsy. I think her artwork is a shining example of what I need. Freedom to be me without fearing what someone thinks. But also not vulgar. Even the collection of phallic works she has aren't vulgar. Try saying “whimsical phalloi” without smiling. :: Chuckles ::
As for one of my irrational fears that fits more in with the comic? Well. I used to live in this small desert town. There was a lot of wide open desert. We had two and a half acres of land, and had our small place in the very front of it, leaving a huge, huge back yard. One of my fears was large black shaggy beasts waiting just outside the fence at the far corner. The exact nature of the beasts changes, sometimes their bears, sometimes wild pigs, sometimes impossibly fast canines.
Throughout my life I've always had visions of these just waiting outside. Sometimes I'd encounter them outside the fence along the dirt road that ran in front of our place and had to run inside the yard and into the house of relative safety. I say relative because many times the dream would continue to include myself and sometimes my family or friends sneaking about inside the place under the window line. Looking out would draw their attention, not to mention reveal how close they had really gotten.
I still have these nightmares sometimes and still wake up petrified. This fear would carry into the waking hours, too. I would rarely go outside at night in Dolan, and would always feel uneasy if I was outside around twilight, especially if I was out walking and had lost track of time and was still a bit away from home. I would also be fearful if we were out driving along the dirt roads after dark, too.
It's not something that makes sense, and it is really silly for an adult to be afraid of the dark, even if it is a specific place and darkness ( I'm fine being in a pitch black room. )But there ya go, one of my irrational fears. I sometimes still have problems looking out windows at night if I'm not in the brightly lit city, and probably would have serious issues being in the desert without someone to literally cling to. Maybe one day I'll get over it, but maybe I won't, either way it's a part of who I am. :)
My request is the same as last time, post your own irrational fear, see if others share it, see if someone has found a way to deal with it that'll work for you, talk and enjoy knowing no one is ever completely alone in anything in this world. :)