Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa not really. Have never believed in ghosties and ghoulies. Although, I love watching horror films, hence, I love scaring myself crapless.
The only aspect of life, that genuinely strikes fear into me, is death itself. The idea that we're all going six feet or under (or in my case, getting eaten by killer bears) scares the absolute monkey nuts out of me.
Other than that, no, I don't believe in the naughty things that go hump in the night.
The closest experience that I've had, was a couple of years back, when for a period of two months I kept on hearing rattling noises in my bedroom in the middle of the pitch black night. I couldn't for the life of me, figure it out. It sh!tted me up. A grown man scared senseless by the fear of the unknown...turns out, it was just rats stuck in some weird part of the extended house.
See, there's rational explanations for everything.
(I bet you any money, I'll probably be anally probed by some googly eyed aliens today, just because I said that I don't believe in any of that mumbo jumbo)
PBM: On a scale of 10, how masculine or feminine are you?
In terms of my masculinty, I'd say about 7 out of 10. I don't look particularly masculine, which is why I've deducted points. But, in terms of my demeanour, attitude and general love of all things manliness, I rank pretty high.
In terms of my feminity, I'd say about 6 out of 10. As much I love being macho and insanely manly, I do have a sensitive side...the bastard side, as I like to call it. The one that likes to think rationally...lots of mood swings as well.
I know I shouldn't have answered the feminity question, but I was feeling remarkably giddy at the time of writing this.
"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before."
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