Yeah, it's November 2nd, two days after Halloween. Oh well, I'm late.
Yep, I was a sexy zombie this Halloween. The look was simple and unique, and VERY easy to make. :-)
I remember being in second or third grade and laying in bed, scared shitless, eyes wide open in the dark. I'd hide under my blanket and sing that "God is bigger than the boogie man" song. Not much has changed from when I was seven to now.
Anyways, every year when October rolls around, my thoughts wander into questioning: what do I really fear?
Yeah, I'd pull out a cop-out answer, like the dark, snakes, or homoerotic zombies. But I wanted to dig deeper.
I believe that fear is man-made (obviously). And maybe, fear just doesn't exist. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm screaming just as loud as every other 6-year-old girl in the movie theater during movies like Paranormal Activity, Insidious, etc. However, fear is just the curiosity of the unknown, the abnormal.
I'm not sure what I'm getting at, so I'll just stop here.
