Space

Alright, I wanna start this off with a bang. No pun intended.

Well, it was. Kind of.

But anyway, getting down to the nitty-gritty...I hate space.

Yes, I know, we live in space. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

I'm not really sure why I hate it so much. I think it's because it's all so unknown and gigantic. And kinda weird. I mean, Betelgeuse could've exploded 500 years ago and we won't know about it for another 100 years? What's that all about?

I mean, don't get me wrong. I like looking at stars and trying to find constellations as much as the next person. I found Scorpio once all by myself and got super excited. I just don't like the idea of it. I honestly get freaked out after looking at it for awhile, because I start to think about what's up there. Or who.

Which brings me to another reason I hate space: aliens. Maybe they're not real. But maybe, just maybe, they are. And what then? UFO sightings, Area 51, Roswell, all that stuff? It's terrifying. I think I'm so afraid because when I was little, my dad happened to be watching this movie about a man who gets abducted by aliens. He gets so scared when he gets back to Earth that he hides under tables to avoid being sucked up into their nasty larvae-filled space ship again. That's what I remember, at least.

But anyway, those thoughts have kinda stuck with me my whole life, I guess. And this is what happens. I also hate E.T. I know he's supposed to be cute and it's supposed to be sad and all that, but after I watched it when I was a kid, I was scared to go outside at night for weeks. Possibly forever.

So, there it is. I hate space. I can't really help it. I mean, maybe we're supposed to hate it. Or maybe I just fear the unknown. And aliens.

Yeah, mostly aliens.