Well, my nerves are so shot, I practically have a heart attack every time my phone goes off. Yet I do sometimes distract myself with a horror film, the scarier the better. I think it's because it's a controlled sort of fear, invoking the same primal fight or flight reactions but perhaps as a lightning rod to channel pent up emotions which otherwise would have no avenue of release. I'm a product of my species, with all the racial memories that implies, and I see no shame in embracing that.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
