Easy enough for me to do, obviously, when I know there are no monsters. If there really were monsters, I'd have been like, screw this.

Just kidding.

It's funny how little kids are afraid of stuff that's not even really there, and yet we as adults are always encouraging them to use their imaginations. Then later on, as teenagers, they jump off buildings and skate down mountains, like they're not even afraid of real stuff that can actually hurt them.

In a way, I kind of get how he felt, sitting there alone in the dark, because I've sat up at night and worried about stuff. For some reason, in the middle of the night, all the bad things seem so much bigger. The bills that are due and the trouble that you face every day seem to press down on you, for some reason, more than they do in the light of day. And, worse, at night there is nothing you can do about it, no one you can talk to, nothing to put them in perspective or even just distract you from them. Maybe that's why during the day we keep so busy all the time, always rushing everywhere, so that we don't have to think about it.

Some folks worry all the time, about everything, and nothing ever helps. Or if it does, it doesn't help for long. And it's weird to think that these folks face the same problems as everyone else, but they deal with them completely differently.

Maybe that's why whenever someone talks about, say, a roach problem, they're always the biggest roaches anyone ever saw. Maybe that's why old people always talk about how bad they had it growing up.

But whatever the reasons of effects, it's weird to think that people see the same things so differently, which is like if I saw blue where everyone else saw green.