The Boogie Man Cometh

As a child I always saw the boogie man as a scary dark smokey ghost who tormented little kids when the house was empty. He was mean and intimidating. He paid you a visit when you were punished, he hid under your bed when you watched a scary movie and he surfaced when all the adults were gone. He followed you to the basement when you went to find a book at night in the dark and he followed you to the kitchen in the middle of the night when all were aleep. But today- If you ask me, the boogie man is still alive and well. As I go thru life now I no longer see the boogie man as a mean spirited phantom, I see him as someone or something that stands in my way and prevents me from feeling safe and from feeling centered. I have had many a run ins with this said boogie man. Follow me on this one for a moment, will you?
The boogie man has been my chemistry teacher. Chemistry was the course I got an F in and it still bothers me til this day. The boogie man was the cop who pulled me over once and made me so uncomfortable when he made me step out of my car in a dress and made me pick up a wrapper I dropped out the window at night in the dark. The boogie man was someone whom I was with for a very long time who always made me feel as though I was never good enough. The scream machine was and still is the boogie man to me. My credit card is the boogie man sometimes, tempting me to buy things I dont need. The mean boss at LA smoothie was the boogie man for a while, she was always so mean. my scooter was the boogie man too before I learned how to ride it. Shit, even my mac was the BM at one point when I was apple illiterate. The DMV was home to all boogie men, its where they all congregated and set out on their mission for the day.. I once viewed my trainer as the boogie man. Haahaah. Now I know that this sounds really dorky and corny but its true. We empower our own boogie men. Ive given so many people and situations the power to scare me, but in all honestly, its a weak way to live. We all need to grow some you know whats, and face up to our own boogie man because only then do they diminish and turn into little cockroaches. With that being said, that bird that shit on me the other day, was my daily visit from the boogie man in the avian form. Just kidding, obvs. Feeling afraid feels good sometimes because it lets me know that I am human, conquering my fears lets me know that I am capable and strong.. So yeah, look your boogie men in the eye and watch them disintegrate, trust me its been working a ton for me lately. We all have nothing to fear but fear itself, right? and of course, the hairy dark ugly smokey boogie man.
Heres a song I like to listen to when i conquer a biggie. Enjoy.



MODEST MOUSE- FLOAT ON