I’m not one for Halloween. Normally at least. Scary books gave me nightmares as a child, horror movies caused sleepless nights. I’ve always thought it was because I had an overactive imagination, and I can’t see anything without my glasses on which makes all shadows look like monsters. But myths can be scarier than anything my mind conjures up, Scottish Ghosts revealed.
Scotland is full of stories. Some myths, some legends, and some tales of spirits past and present. Supernatural beings. Of course Scotland isn’t the only part of the world that has stories like that, but tonight we focus on the Scots and their faeries.
I’ve never done it. Actually, that’s a lie. I’ve done it once, because I had to. Because I had to keep track of what I was doing, what I was thinking, and what I had to remember. But I hated every second of it. Hated every single time I had to put a mark down on those pages.
Weird concepts, the world is full of them. On daily basis I can be fascinated as well as surprised by things I see or observe. In nature, in politics, and mostly: in people.
People are full of weird concepts. I am full of weird concepts. I am full of weird concepts, therefore I am? I’m not sure, but that seems to sound right in one way or another. I’d like to make these observations, share them, hear what other people think about them. So every now and then I plan on reflecting on things I’ve run into and that have left me speechless as well as fascinated. The human behaviour and surroundings is full of things one can reflect on in this way, and through them I’d like to learn and grow as much as possible.