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Terrified.
We all have our inner demons. How we work hard to make them right about us.
What waits for you in the folds of your inner world?
What Terrors, real or imaginary, lurk under your bed or peer from the closet in your bedroom?
You and I don’t need real demons. The ones that walk next to us like the Daemons in The Golden Compass are shitty enough. They’re attached to us with invisible umbilical cords, as much a part of our psychic makeup as our value sets. Our personalities. In fact,they often inform our personalities, because our fears are deeply integrated with how we see the world, and how the world then interacts with us to prove us right.
I’m getting old.
I’m no longer pretty.
I’ll never find love.
I shouldn’t have been born.
Nobody (pretty, handsome, smart, etc) will ever find me attractive.
I’m a loser.
I don’t deserve ________+ .
Nobody’s going to hire me because I’m _________________.
If I say no, they won’t like me (my hand is up).
A man that I admire greatly, and one who has himself faced down his share of Terrors(including a psychotic mother who put cigarettes out…