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replied to your post “Somebody should ask me for…”
What is it like when something feels angry? Is it like being being near someone ranting on the street? Or just a physical sensation of … threat? Or?
It can be kind of either? Depends on the intensity. It can range from a sense of “I’m not welcome here” to a sense of imminent violence about to be directed at you. The core of it feels basically exactly the same as if a threatening person or animal was standing nearby and you were bracing yourself according to the intensity of your sense of danger.
And sometimes I think maybe you can get a sense of mood? Like anger vs. real malice.
And sometimes it’s like you can feel eyes on you. There was one situation–different group of kids, at a retired churchyard in my own hometown area when I was still in high school–where thank god I wasn’t alone, because the sense of being watched was so strong that I could follow exactly where it was coming from as it moved. That kind of intent focus…it feels predatory. Like you’re being stalked. There are times when you don’t stop to ask yourself whether it’s real or in your head. You just get out.
Once, when I was younger and stupider, one night I visited a cemetery with a guy who was trying to impress me. We walked a little way down the road that ran past it and…turned back. There wasn’t a sense of threat or violence, exactly. No sense of presence. It was just like the dark was tightening around us and a warning in my gut said that if we kept going, we might not ever come back. He said he felt it too. Who knows whether that was anything besides our own minds playing tricks on us–he’d freaked us both out with stories about the place before we ever got there–but in my life I’ve learned that the penalties for going with a hunch are usually cheaper than the penalties for ignoring it. (That lesson, unfortunately, came not from anything spooky, but a wholly mundane pet accident. 🙁 )
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