The Sympathetic Nervous System is that part of the Autonomic Nervous System that's responsible for activating the fight-or-flight response to external stimuli. In short, it's basically the thing responsible for the adrenaline boost you experience in stressful and dangerous situations. And I would love to go into way more detail, but I'm sure you guys will be bored. So onto the topic of this post, which by now I hope you've guessed is, fear.
Now, we all like to think we're indomitable individuals capable of trudging through perilous waters and subduing our foes despite facing a monstrosity beyond anything possibly encountered in Hell. Or something like that, right? But I'm sure that's not the case. We all have something that just downright freaks the hell out of us.
I know loads of tough dudes and chicks who flip out when one of these just flies by.
Of course, everybody's going to be a tad concerned when facing dangerous animals, or when they're thrown in a precarious situation, so we're not going to talk about those fears. Nope, we're going to focus on the eerie found in art and the media. Something that's completely foreign to our daily lives. Anything that evokes an uneasy feeling in our stomach and sends a chill down our spines. After all, games and movies are chock-full of that stuff, right?
So what do I find eerie? Well, I was sorta hinting at it in my most recent post, so bonus points to whoever caught that one early on. The thing that always truly puts me off, are aliens. . . . . the infamous "grays". And quite honestly, it feels like a phobia at times. I just need to see a vaguely humanoid figure with very ambiguous features and pale, dead skin, and I'm already feeling uneasy.
You punks better be fucking grateful for this image :P
You know how I said it was almost phobia-like? When I Googled images for "Alien" just to post something, I visibly cringed at the non-xenomorph ones, and felt this horrible knot in my stomach. Goddamn, why'd I do that? Ahem- anyways, I just find them to be thoroughly unnerving. I mean, the way it stares back at you with such an empty, lifeless stare. The lanky, bony bodies they have. . . . Eegh. And the thing is, I used to not give a damn about the things. If you spend some time on the internet, I'm sure you'll encounter those notorious conspiracy theories, and UFO videos and all that. I've never really bought that stuff myself, and I don't care, honestly. But standalone aliens, or anything that just barely resembles something like, creep the shit out of me. Aliens weren't a part of my life, except for the occasional sticker you see on SUVs with New Mexico plates, or maybe they were mentioned in a song I'd listen to.
I used to love this album, and now I always skip the last two songs . . . .
Somewhere along the line though, I started to feel different about them. And although I've always had sleep issues, since I was about 8 years old, once they started popping up in my dreams, I felt worse about it all. Now, as a student of psychology, I luckily have background knowledge that helps me deal with the situation. But still, it's pretty fucking horrible when your normal dream cycle is interrupted by one of them, and suddenly all you want to do is wake up.
As if the owl=aliens motif wasn't well established enough, here's M.C. Escher's Another World. Take a good, long look and analyze the painting. It's pretty cool, huh?
It's probably the only thing that truly bothers me. I've had my share of nasty encounters throughout life. I've run into snakes, Gila monsters and other animals out there, I've had pretty gruesome wounds, or helped treat a few of those. Hell, I once ate pasta while dissecting a frog. I've also babysat for a cousin once, too. And none of that bothers me. Zombies? Werewolves? Demons and paranormal stuff? Pffft, no biggie. I wanted to mess around with a Ouija board once, but my lame friends all declined the offer. And summoning spirits and stuff from beyond isn't fun when you're the only one there. People will think you're crazy or something. But the thing about shit like aliens, or the Rake for that matter, is the simple fact that it doesn't belong here. There's this strong sense of it being far too foreign, and unknown. It's probably the latter factor, but the more "space" aspect about it amplifies it.
But anyways, I think I've talked about this long enough, huh? So what about you guys? What truly scares you? Ghosts? Death? In-laws? And please, no more alien pictures xD