(10/31/23)
Today was a good day. Halloween. I didn’t dress up or
anything. I was myself all day, no escape no fallbacks.
I remember as a kid never liking Halloween because I was
scared of everything. I couldn’t watch horror movies or
even look at the poster without my mind inventing some
horrible version of it that was usually way worse than
what whatever the movie was actually about. At Family
Video I always hated walking down a certain aisle because
there was this movie called Species, and the box had this
nude alien looking lady with a large syringe going into
her head. After watching it a couple of years ago, I can
confirm that it was not at all what the cover made it out
to be.
My parents called this fear a symptom of my “over-active
imagination.” I was always looked at strangely in elemen-
tary school. In the first grade the teacher put me in a
desk apart from all the other kids that was circled with
tape. If I moved the desk outside of the tape I would be
punished. The school therapist told my parents that I had
ADD and tried to prescribe me medication. They took me out
of that school and put me in another in the district.
My parents never believed in solving anything.
~clancy
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