Fear

Fear is a strange thing. And a powerful one. Fear is one of the greatest persuasive tools, if you want someone to do your homework, and they don’t want to, fear can really come in handy. Or if you want to persuade anyone to do anything, a little fear, and you can almost always get what you want. The trick is, knowing what people fear. Some people fear the dark, others fear for their life. There are millions of things to be afraid of. And each person fears something different. I think a lot of what you fear and what you don’t fear, depends on how you grow up. If you grow up watching scary movies, by the time you are a teenager scary movies don’t seem that scary anymore. Because most of the scary movies out there are the same plot with a story and characters. On the other hand, If you were to take a kid who gets scared from just the previews of the movie, and have them watch a show like "What Lies Beneath" or something. They would be screaming like a girl at the end of the show. Another thing that makes people afraid is suspension. When you know something bad will happen, and you know it is soon, but you don’t know exactly when, then all the sudden it pops out and bites you in the face. It’s like death. You know it’s coming but you don’t know when, then it pops out and kills you. Then some fears you are just born with. Like phobias. There are so many kinds of phobias it’s not even funny. More scary. There is phobia of heights, spiders, the dark, closed in areas, water, being alone, night time, and a million others. One of my favorite phobias is the phobia of dolls. Dolls are scary things. The old looking dolls with the glass eyes that seem to be always watching you. And no matter what you can’t escape them. For instance my brother is afraid of dolls. It is the funniest thing to like put a doll on his pillow then he’ll walk in there, and you can hear him yelling all over the house. I think that is why he never goes into my sisters room anymore. Fear is also great entertainment. For example the TV show Fear Factor. Millions of people love to watch to that show because of the crazy freaky things they will face the contestants with. I think most of the things that make us scared, are things that would lead to death. Fear of heights, you will fall and die, fear of spiders, you will get bitten and die, the dark, something in the darkness will kill you. Closed in areas, you won’t be able to get out and you will die. Even dolls. Like Chucky, the evil doll that kills people. Or just because they are always watching you, and will watch you till death. Fear and death walk hand in hand. Like Yoda said "fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering." And suffering eventually leads to death.

Death

Death can be a scary thing sometimes. Some people fear death, some people actually look forward to it. Personally I think that is a little odd, but what the heck. Death causes so much to happen, and so much can happen to cause it. Someone can be the happiest person in the world, having the best time, nothing wrong, then the next day they turn up dead. No wonder it is scary to some people. You never know when it will come, or how it will come. On the other hand, sometimes you know you will die, and you know it is soon. Like if you get real sick or something. The doctors can’t do anything, and you just wait for death to come and take you away. Sometimes you might wish it would come sooner, take you out of pain. That would be scary, knowing you will die, knowing it will be soon, but not knowing precisely when. It gets closer every day, a constant shadow looming over until one day, it comes, and you go. Leaving everyone you love, your friends, family. I don’t know what would be worse, to be the counting the days till you die, or counting the days till your brother, or your mom or dad dies. What would you do? Would you stick them in a hospital room with treatment twenty four seven? Even though all the treatment in the world could never save them? Or do you keep them home, where they can be around friends, and be happy their last few weeks before they die?
Where would you rather be? If I were the one dying I would definitely want to be home, or anywhere but a hospital room, with needles or hospital food. But if someone I knew was dying. I would probably want them in a hospital. Even though that really isn’t the best place for them maybe. I would want them where they get all the treatment they could get, no matter what the odds. That would be probably the hardest choice to make. Wether to let a loved one dying where there might be the slightest sliver of a chance to make it, or to have them home where it is a sure fact they will die. I would feel guilty if I didn’t do all I could to save them, but would also feel guilty if they died in a hospital full of needles. The best thing to do would just let them decide. If they want to go through treatments, I would let them. If they accepted the fact they were done for, and would rather be where they were happy, I would accept the fact they were ready to die, and I was ready to let them go, and make the most of the time they had left.
You hear all the time on the news about people dying. The scary part is when you realize that they were just normal people like you, and something similar could happen to you. That you could hop in the car to drive home from work and never get there. To go to bed and never wake up. I mean, we all will die eventually, we know that. But it seems so far away, everyone talks about dying when they are ninety-nine, in there sleep, and that’s the end of it. But for many, that isn’t the case. Instead of dying at ninety-nine, and in there sleep, they die at twenty-six in a car accident, or just fifteen from a repelling accident. You never know when you will die. But you do know you will, and you know your friends, and family will as well. The tough thing is dealing with the fact, and not necessarily get over it, but to keep moving when it does come.

Self Pity

Man, People who try and commit suicide are really dumb. I mean, how would killing yourself solve problems? It ends up just causing more problems for everyone else. And most the time when you hear about people trying to commit suicide, they fail. They end up just severely injuring themselves and making their life even worse. I heard about this guy that drank alcohol to try and kill himself, and instead of dying, his insides burned away and he is still alive. Only now his life is worse. I mean, how dumb can you get? All the time you hear about people that do stupid stuff to end their life. It’s selfish that’s what it is. If they weren’t so busy thinking of all their problems, and thinking about what it would do to their friends and family, they wouldn’t even think about killing themselves. Unless of course they are the type that are overflowing with self pity and say stuff like "they would be happier if I were dead anyway." Those are the kind of people that really tick me off. You hate to be around them cause you always have to compliment them twenty four seven or they start to cry. That’s the problem with people these days. They are always thinking about themselves, and how much they want or need. They are never satisfied. Some kids could be showered with a million compliments a day, and go home saying everyone hates them and they have no friends. If they would just get out of their little self-dug pits and smile, or return a compliment once in a while maybe they would have some friends because they didn’t all give up. I’m not saying you should be cocky, cause then you just drive everyone crazy cause they have to compliment you, or act like you’re the best, when really they want to punch you in the face. The cocky ones are probably the ones that help put the ones filled with self-pity in their place, because the ones filled with self-pity feel like they are dirt when ever they pass someone cocky in the hall. It’s like on the movie The Kid. When the Russ says to the lady "do you know what the number one killer is of people under the age of 80? Self pity" Now that’s probably not true. I don’t know, it might be. But seriously, people can be such babies sometimes. Over the smallest most insignificant things too. It just makes you want to puke. If everyone in this world would quit worrying about themselves so much, and maybe worry about someone else, or think about someone else and what they need, then go and help them. This world would be so much better. And I would bet there would be a lot less suicides, and suicide attempts because people wouldn’t be so fed up with themselves and they would know they have friends. And if those cocky people looked around at others and noticed they are not better than everyone else no matter what they think, and that everyone is on the same level this world would be so much nicer. Then all this terrorism and stuff would not be going on. And the world ends we would all die as friends.