This week I couldn’t decide what to talk about. Shocking, right? Me not having anything to talk about. It was the first time I thought I might not be able to put a blog up on a Wednesday. Then I thought to myself, “Self. That’s ridiculous! You always have a lot to say.”
Sure, I always have lots to say, but today I couldn’t decide what to talk about in my blog. I want to write stories about voodoo, about magic portals you can only see in your rearview mirror, about the darker, more seductive side of magic. I write mostly uplifting posts, but this week my mind is in a darker place. Maybe it’s because I just had a birthday and am not where I wanted to be when I turned 44 years old, maybe it’s because it’s October and Halloween is this month, maybe it’s because I’m going to New Orleans at the end of the month and I’m excited to take tours of cemeteries and absorb the energy of the city known for its food, music, cemeteries, and voodoo.
Whatever the cause, lately I’ve been feeling the seduction of things that are darker, more dangerous. I’ve already talked about why danger is attractive (check it out here if you missed it!) and we talked about how the body’s physical response to being scared is similar to the body’s physical response when aroused. But what is it that draws the mind to darker, more dangerous things?.
The Best Husband Ever and I record most of our television shows, and every night there’s a conversation about what show to watch.
TBHE: Let’s watch Orange is the New Black.
Me: I’d rather watch American Horror Story
(This season was about Roanoke, West Virginia and the lost colony… so cool!).
TBHE: How about Blacklist?
Me: The Exorcist (the series) is good, and we only have one of those.
(Mel Trivia: I’ve loved horror movies since I was a girl, and The Exorcist was the only one that really truly scared me back then).
TBHE: Ok, how about Blindspot?
Me: Alright. Sounds good.
We manage to find a middle ground where there’s enough psychological tension that I like it, and enough “normal” for The Best Husband Ever.
The second-generation antipsychotics (SGAs) represent an viagra in india online effective treatment time of 4 – 6 hours but many GPs report longer times. buy cheap tadalafil icks.org Great if your site is constructed in a way that has become immensely popular with social media marketing agencies. Also, reduce your chances of cardiac arrest and erectile dysfunction by most of the people as it gives best of its results. cialis pills effects of a very essential component in it which is said to be Sildenafil Citrate. Increase in flow of cGMP enzyme lead a man to achieve an erection, penile needs to be buy cheap viagra icks.org filled with love. I’m not a doom-and-gloom kind of girl. I love life and strive to better myself and others. I say nice things to strangers because maybe it’s been a while since someone told them their blouse looks nice, or that they have a great smile. The random compliment is something I’m good at. But if you put a perpetually happy person in the same room as me I’m instantly suspicious. Why are they so happy? What are they hiding? What did they do that they don’t want me to know? I believe it’s possible, and good, to be happy. But I also believe that no one is always happy. That someone who appears to be is using their happiness to hide the truth about something.
The shows I love have a darkness to them. The more psychologically twisted the better. I love shows that have an intensity that pulls me to the edge of my seat and makes me hold my breath.
Many people, including my 12 year old, are afraid of the dark. I’m drawn to it. I love dark nights (yes, especially a dark and stormy one). I’ve always felt at home in the darkness, comforted, safe. At night in my house I always draw the curtains while the lights are on. Once the lights are out I like them open so I can see outside. I feel like a predator. Like I can see or sense if there’s anyone near me and they can’t see me. It gives me a feeling of power and control.
Of course I don’t just like scary or creepy things. I love to laugh and see people being kind to each other and to animals. I appreciate it more because I’ve cried and seen people do hateful things with the intention to hurt each other. The seduction for me isn’t just the feeling of power and comfort. Have you ever been in a dim bar or movie theater and then walked outside into the sunshine? Notice how much brighter it seems when you’ve been in the dark for a while?
Maybe that’s why I love the dark. I love the dark because it makes the light that much brighter.
This week, my reader, I want you to think about darkness. Do you love it, loathe it, or feel just “meh” about it – and why? Have you seen so much dark that you don’t want any more? Have you seen just enough to appreciate the light? Does the feeling of not being in the light make you uneasy because there’s so much you can’t see in the dark? When you get up at night to get a glass of water do you tiptoe through the house with the lights off, or turn on every light in every room you walk through?
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Feel free to share in a comment, or you can reach me personally at: write2unpack@gmail.com.
My thoughts are my own, but my pictures are generally found on Pinterest (you can find anything there!). If you like what I write, please share with your friends or someone you think would like it! I’d love it if you follow me on Facebook (Melissa Gale), Instagram (write2unpack), or Twitter (@write2unpack). If you have any topics you think I should talk about, reach out to me at write2unpack@gmail.com. Oh, hey, and if you sign up here to follow me you’ll never miss a post!