Okay, this prompt is a tough one for me. I don't particularly care for the feeling of being scared. I can still remember my first horror movie - "Them," about giant ants. I was six years old, and watched the movie through a buttonhole on my raincoat. Mostly I didn't watch.
I think not enjoying scary things is a way of self-protection. As an almost-always optimist, I prefer to focus on the happy parts of life. I'm certainly no Pollyanna, but also am a huge advocate of mental health, and trust me, mental health is far more than simply the absence of mental illness. I can't see the value of scaring myself.
One issue does scare me, though: I'm terrified of what is happening to our environment. Reading a headline about bird extinction is a horrible exercise - as I gaze out my kitchen window at the bird feeder that has every perch occupied, with a few little guys waiting their turn in the azaleas.
People scare me. And, as I mentioned, I really don't like being scared.
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