I don’t believe in ghosts. And whenever I tell this to someone who does, they usually say that I’ll believe in them once I see one. But I contend, I don’t think I’ll believe in them even then.
Why would I want to believe in something whose entire purpose seems to be making us feel scared? Almost all the movies about ghosts are meant to be scary. Even the funny ones are terrifying to some extent. I’ve avoided watching horror movies all my life. To me, the entire point of watching a horror movie is to prove that I’m not afraid of ghosts. Since I’m not afraid of them to begin with, I don’t feel the need to watch them.
On the contrary, horror movies do make me scared because, you know, our nervous system is gullible enough to be fooled and gets triggered anyway. So why bother explaining to it that the horror movie we just watched isn’t real? Those “ghosts” were just people with some stupid makeup. It doesn’t work for me.
So no, thank you. I think life is terrifying enough as it is. I don’t want to add an extra layer of fear to my late-night trips to the washroom, which I already make frequently thanks to my unquenchable thirst.
In my 20+ years of existence in this world, I haven’t encountered them. And if they’re shy enough not to cross my path, then it’s safe to assume we’re in a truce. I want it to remain that way.
I won’t go poking around abandoned places for fun. My limited knowledge of horror movies has taught me one thing, and that’s precisely not to do that. It’s not like I’m going to find something valuable there. Either I’ll run into wild animals or criminals, and both of them could be fatal on their own. I certainly don’t want my death to become yet another “proof” of ghosts’ existence.
If they’re not bothering me, why should I bother them? I guess they’re introverts like me, calm until you go disturbing their solitude. Teach those reckless extroverts some lessons, my dear friend. They deserve it.
And if all of this makes me sound delusional to some people, I’m fine with that. After all, it’s them who get scared of dark places, not me.
PS: My dear friendly ghost, if you’ve somehow got access to the internet and are reading this, let me make it absolutely clear that I’m not making fun of you in any way. Please don’t take offence. We’re cool. Peace.