October makes me think of haunted houses.
It’s weird that we’re willing to pay money to experience fear.
We actively go out of our way to watch scary movies, read scary books, ride roller coasters, or walk into haunted houses. And yet, in everyday life, we try to avoid fear.
It’s an uncomfortable emotion. We don’t want fear. We want to be fearless.
They say people’s #1 fear is public speaking.
Maybe instead of blood-thirsty mummies growling at you, you go into a haunted house and are forced to give a speech to a room full of people…
Without having any time to prepare…
And…
Without the aide…
Of notes.
Whoa. That’s some scary stuff.
Today, haunted houses are on some next level shit.
They’ve come a long way since when I was a kid. Now, they’re mini movie productions, with Hollywood-level makeup and storylines and props and stuntpeople that immerse you in the experience. That knife sticking out of someone’s chest really looks like a knife sticking out of someone’s chest.
