Things That Scare Me: Part 1

When I was very small, I used to be afraid of the hallway to my bedroom. It was dark and potentially full of things. I used to run through it to minimize the danger. I knew, intellectually, that there probably was not a monster in there. It was a hallway, there was not a lot of room for something to hide and lunge at me. On the other hand, though, why take chances?

Eventually I realized there were no monsters in the hallway. This coincided with me discovering the light switch. It was a bittersweet revelation, as I left for college shortly after that, but I digress.

Now as a grownup who has mastered the light switch and has access to both edged and blunt weapons (just in case), I am no longer troubled by monsters in dark places. My anxieties have taken on much darker, more sinister forms.

The Stock Market
I do not know what this is, but it troubles me. Oh, I know what it is: its a big place where people work and somehow numbers are involved. That is the problem. I do not know what the numbers mean. Up seems to be good. Down seems to be bad. Yet, I live in fear that somehow the numbers will go sideways and for reasons I do not understand, I will end up living with my mother and selling my comic book collection to make ends meet.

Note to my Mother: No Mom, I would love to live with you. It would be spiffy. Really. But not right now. I . . . ummm . . . have a date. Yes, with a girl. No, she is not plastic. Sorry, gotta go. Blogging.

Tomorrow: Part II – Things that go bump in the night. Into my car. Raising my insurance.