Monsters. They're everywhere if you are a kid. In the closet. Under the bed. In the dark. Scary, plotting, waiting for their chance. If you were me it was Jafar, that creepy dude from Aladdin. Lurking there, waiting for his chance the minute so much as a toe hangs off the bed...
Growing up monsters change. The classic boogie man changes into horror movie killers or even real life murderers. Not so much fictional any more but the true fear that something could happen. Another person could become a monster or a situation.
Illness, tragedy, and the out-of-your-control monsters all creep into your life. People get sick, people get hurt. We call it different things, there are different reasons but really its just the monster communitie's doing.
Its a little simpler if you think of it like that. A monster did it. It kind of brings you back to childhood thinking of magic and mystery.
Oh man, my head hurts, its that dang invisible-tiny-hammer monster again banging away at my head.
Wow, did you see that wreck? The friggin' gravity monster came out of nowhere and pulled his car to the left.
Oh my gosh, I wish I would stop sneezing, this stupid dust monster needs to get lost.
Seriously. Its like the Ancient Greeks. If we can't explain it make it a god or goddess or in this case Mr. or Mrs. Monster. That is certainly more fun, and a little more relaxing than being realistic. Sometimes blaming it on a monster just makes you feel like a kid again anything is possible.
If a earthquake is caused by the giant-invisible-bouncing-ball monster than why cant we plan to live on the moon within the next ten years?
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