The Monsters Under My Bed

Why? Why do people spend so much time on such irrational fears? Why are we so fixated on problems that aren't really there? Why do we keep troubling ourselves with these things, when we really have no reason to... I've been pondering over this for a while now, and I've only come up with one answer, and it made me realize that maybe we aren't as superior as we want to believe we are... I think the reason we do these things, is because maybe we need something to worry about. Because maybe worrying about so many little things is easier for us than worry about something big. Because maybe, we're afraid to not worry about something. Because maybe, just maybe, we're afraid of not being afraid... Because after all of the horrors that have happened in this world, we feel safer being afraid of heights or spiders than being afraid of a terrorist attack or a serial killer. So maybe we need these small, useless fears, just for the sake of staying sane. Because I'd rather go to bed at night being afraid of whether or not there is a spider in my room than worry about whether a bomb will drop on my house while I'm sleeping. Do I think this i ridiculous? No, I do not. I think we need this. I think worrying about those little things is a good thing, because I know that I'd rather not go through the rest of my days, wondering whether or not the person I just spoke with will murder me, or if someone walking down my street is carrying a bomb. I think we need these monsters under our bed and skeletons in our closet, because they distract us from the real monsters: ourselves.