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Memories... The Good, The Bad, and The Fugly. Pt. 3
Current mood:  creativeThe Man In The Basement
My mother had this wooden man in our basement. It came from my aunt, Godess of Earth, who gave it to us as a piece of art. His arms and legs moved so you could have it as a plant stand, table or whatever your imagination could come up with. My mother's imagination came up with a man lurking in the basement. I don't really remember the house in Kenwood, just bits and pieces as we left that house when I was six, but I will always remember that creepy wooden man. That thing put the fear of God in me like nothing else. I knew it was there and yet my heart would always go through my throat everytime I saw it, as though there were a real man lingering in the basement. I'm not sure if there is a person out there who has never been afraid of basements, or where teh fear comes from, but me personally, I think mine came from that man sized Pinocchio. Everytime I go into a basement now I feel like someone is down there or I am being watched. I was talking to my mother about this man tonight and she remembered it and told me where it came from. She also informed me of its purpose and admitted that it could definately scare teh crap out of someone if they came upon it unknowingly in the dark as I often did when forced to go to the basement! Another way parents secretly torture thier children? Abso-fucking-lutely! It somehow got lost in the move which is a damn shame, now that I am grown I would so love to have it to scare the crap out of people, including myself with my luck! It's amazing how parents use fear with their children, even subconscously. Think about everything we are told while growing up and how much of it is creepy ass shit once you think about it. The Tooth Fairy for instance. Seriously, we want our children to be ok with the thought that once they loose a tooth a person is going to break into their room at night and take their tooth from under their pillow while they sleep and leave them money? What kind of PG rated form of prostitution is that? Santa Claus same thing, if they are good a man will come into their home while they sleep and leave them things and is always watching them?! Great, they have an obese old man stalking them year round, and if they aren't good he won't break into their home and leave them gifts. No wonder kids these days are bad ass fuckers, it's all about survival! We teach them not to talk to strangers, but then at the grocery store where the cashier says "oh, well aren't you a cutie?! What's your name?", we instruct our children to tell them. Ok so now the pedophile cashier at Winn-Dixie knows their name to call them at a later date while trying to kidnap them, so they feel they aren't a stranger. Oh and even better, we have them wear shirts with their name on it or jewelry with their name engraved or woven into it. Seriously parents, why not just put a neon sign on your children saying this is their name take them! By the way, I totally made a shirt for my first child before he was born with his name on it. They are in deed cute, but defeat the purpose of all teh things we do to protect our children. |
