I have always been obsessed with secretive, unsolved, conspiracy theory type shit.
Be it Area 51, Easter Island, Aurora, Lost city of Atlantis, Bermuda Triangle or Stone Henge.
Obviously as I grew older, my positivity on the possibility of these theories being factual, was tossed out the window faster than ISDN internet access.
But even though, it has still remained relatively close to my heart, in a sense that… If new theories arose, I would probably enthusiastically and naively note them, before I debunk them.
I roll like that.
I think it has something to do with the mystery behind it all… Cannibalistic tribes, long lost civilizations, life outside of Earth, alien technology, the unexplained.. And back in the day, when access to up-to-date facts wasn’t as easy as checking online encyclopedia’s and Google, it was easy to get lost in the fantasy of believing shitty conspiracy sites that hosted fake videos, fictional user accounts, and conclusions that usually involved aliens, a bucket and some chicken wire.
Still, I miss believing all that shit. As when I stopped fearing fantasy(Ghosts, Santa, aliens, man-eating fairies, God, werewolves), I began fearing reality(violence, war, pain, disease, death).
Fuck Morpheus, I change my mind, I want the blue pill thanks.
