I kid you not. My fear of zombies is so great we’ve had to
stop watching ‘The Walking Dead’ in our household.
I am that scared.
It’s not even especially because of what happens in the
shows, though the ‘he’s behind you’ adrenaline buzz does tend to last a fair
while after the credits roll.
It’s the really bad dreams I have.
In these dreams I am the only one in the house who has any
comprehension of the danger we’re in.
The other people laugh
and chat. They mosey, even.
I alone hear the moan of the approaching hoard.
Rigor mortis
One is in the house already. I hide and try not to breathe in the foul, sickly-sweet stench of its rotting flesh. It moves away and I relax and begin to move, a moment too soon. Spotted I run. Upstairs. It stumbleruns behind me, determined. I grab the ladder to the loft crying and am almost up when its hand, cold, reptilian-ridged, grips my ankle. Rigor mortis.
I wake up. But actually that’s little comfort. In the
darkness I am confident there’s a zombie in the house.
And, it’s my fault the zombie is in the house, because I’m
the one imagining it in the house.
"I’m scared I’m not good enough or about to fail in a massive and tragically impactful way"
You see the really big trouble is I have this childish
belief that I can imagine Things into Being. Scary stuff.
I have normal fears too. You know the run of the mill ones.
The ones where I’m confident that I’m going to let people I care about down;
where I’m scared I’m not good enough or about to fail in a massive and
tragically impactful way (maybe by not alerting you all to the zombie
apocalypse in time….).
Big Magic
But, as Elizabeth Gilbert points out in her new book BigMagic, Fear is really really BORING.Everyone has Fear and it has one job, which is to shout STOP STOP STOP really loud, until you realise the danger you’re in and, well, do as you’re bid and STOP whatever crazy, creative, or even just plain normal activity you are about to embark on.
"I can kind of spot that it’s Maureen from my internal Anxiety Department..."
The trouble is, when that Fear pops up, say at work, I can
kind of spot that it’s Maureen from my internal Anxiety Department and that’s
she’s dropped her Catastrophising Files all over my desk again.
And I know that Maureen is very lovely and works very hard
but has absolutely no perspective whatsoever and that this isn’t really the
calamity that she’s claiming it to be.
However I still have to clean up the mess that Maureen’s
created. And that’s exasperating.
Sensible, fully-functioning adult
And because I’m a sensible and fully-functioning adult I have to excuse her and demonstrate to those around me that really ‘I get it, she’s just being silly and of course I know it’s all going to be all right really.’
But here’s what I’m starting to think the lovely Maureen
does. Sick to the back of her neat white teeth (brushed for exactly the right
amount of time each morning and evening) of always being ignored or told that’s
she silly, Maureen bides her time.
"...she’s letting me use the Really Sharp Kitchen Knives without even a mutter of caution.."
At home, probably whilst I’m happily chopping vegetables and
listening to the radio, Maureen is pacing the depths of my internal Anxiety
Department. She’s abandoned the filing (in fact, given that she’s letting me
use the Really Sharp Kitchen Knives without even a mutter of caution, it looks
like the kid has gone off duty for the day to all intents and purposes).
Terrifying costume
But far from it. Maureen is in fact rooting out the most terrifying costume she can muster. Gone are the 1950s librarian glasses. Gone the neatly coiffured hair, tied back in a powder blue bow. Gone the beige silk blouse, pencil skirt and sensible shoes.
In the passing of a simple evening, Maureen has transformed
herself into the most gruesome and believable zombie ever and is currently
making her way towards the Dream Department.
So, it is in fact her
grim determination I can feel gripping my ankle as I fail to ascend the loft in
my dream. And here is the answer as to how I can have a raft of zombie dreams
despite the absence of all scary TV
input!
Firm but fair
Now I’ve never done this before to be honest with you. Stood far enough, and playfully enough, back from fears to give them a personality, until today.
But back to Big Magic - Gilbert is very clear on the
importance of seeing your fear as a real person. Moreover, she recommends
having a full on conversation with your fear. Firm but fair is her approach.
She says, absolutely invite Fear along on the road trip of
life, but be clear that Fear must sit in the backseat, and she must not at any
point take the steering wheel, set the direction of travel or even change radio
stations.
Because your fear will always be there. She has a really
important job to do – namely to ensure that you survive. That, in fact, you
have survived this far along the evolutionary trail is thanks in part at least
to your fear (thanks Maureen!).
Now, I don’t know if taking this personal approach to my fears
will really help (though in fact I can already hear Maureen twittering away
about the ridiculousness of it all which has to be a good sign).
I do know though that just telling myself my fears are ‘just silly’
and that I am silly for having them hasn’t previously been an effective way of managing them.
And besides, I’m almost looking forward to my next zombie dream when,
Scooby-doo style, I can unmask my zombie attacker for who she really is and
have Maureen say “Darn, and I’d've gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for
you pesky kids!”
Almost looking
forward to it….Happy Halloween y’all!
#bigmagic #halloween #fear #anxiety #zombies #thewalkingdead
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