Safe places. A lot of people have them. Years ago, when the world was turbulent (different sort of turbulent to now, back then people could only kill you from about 300 yards, not the other side of the world) people built castles, hill forts, etc. as their safe places, because you didn't know when bandits were going to take a fancy to you herd of cattle, and burn your hut down in the middle of the night. Now in our modern policed, cctv riddled, grass on your neighbour, fear the immigrant culture, most peoples safe place is their house.
I like my house. Good thick stone walls, old and cottagey, and in the arse end of nowhere. Hell, I think with a bit extra planking over the windows, it would hold up pretty well in a zombie apocalypse. It is full of sharp things (At least a sword, axe or mace hung up in every room), so any of the undead stumbling upstairs are going to get shorter by a head. The same goes for intruders. So it's a safe place. To a degree.
Anxiety and depression lead to neural shenanigans. This includes the terror of talking to people. So sometimes I can't answer the phone. Hell, sometimes I can't even reply to emails. This degrades the safety level of my house.
Even interacting with people from within a large stone box, with them miles away doesn't stop my grey matter from shouting "stranger danger" at the top of its ..wait....no, no it doesn't have lungs. Forget that .
Suffice to say, it is really annoying.
Since I was a kid, I've been into fantasy. Books, games, dungeons and dragons. You name it, if it had swords and armour, it was relevant to my interests, I even liked Hawk the slayer. I always did wonder why women wore chainmail bikinis though. That can't protect your squishy bits from stabby things, and it must chafe like sandpaper pants. But I digress.
After years of fiction and tabletop gaming I was introduced to L.A.R.P. The ultimate manifestation of the fantasy world. For those of you not in the know, it stands for live action role play. Think...........lord of the rings meets paintball, or laser tag, with the added advantage that you get to be someone cool, your character, for a few days in a field. Its dress up for big kids. PEW PEW!
This is my safe place.
Yes, a world populated with thieves, demons, monsters, and all of the bad stuff you have ever read about in a fairy tale. In the real world I'm a forty something, mostly blind cripple. But in the fantasy world....well....I'm confident, a warrior of sorts, I can talk easily to people, and if I have a problem, me and "the lads" can go and reduce the problem in scale. With swords. Lots of swords.
Problem solving 101 |
One thing though....I'm still not going to wear a chain mail bikini.