Monday, October 8, 2012
Monsters in Our Closets
When you were young did you think there were monsters under your bed? Or in your closet? I remember pulling the covers up over my head, afraid to peek out, scared that a monster would be staring at me with ugly sharp teeth and drooling mouth, ready to eat me or drag me to an unknown hellish place.
Maybe it was those movies that I used to watch - - Rosemary's Baby, Psycho, Night of the Living Dead, to name a few. Maybe it's because I lived in Southern California when the Manson murders happened. Or maybe it's because I had a really good imagination.
I don't think there are monsters under my bed anymore (although I'm sure I'd find a relic or two if I cleaned out from under my bed). And I don't think there are monsters in my closet.
Why is it that when we get older the only monsters we are really afraid of are the monsters in our own minds?