I have an hyperactive imagination, and I will continue to tell stories as well as philosophise.
It is not about the horrible things people do, it is that they CAN do them.
When I look at people, I don’t look at what they do, I look at what they “could” be doing. Horrible things or otherwise, either to me or to themselves. This is what spurs my creativity.
Well, I am an introvert and a thinker by nature. I don’t do well with people, but I do well with thoughts.
Family, being the social basis of society, doesn’t understand introverts very much. In fact, society as a whole doesn’t understand introverts very much.
Being introverted in a rugged society can be ‘horrible’. Yea, horrible is the word. You have the panic attacks, you have the mood swings, and you have family ever trying to tear you out of your shell.
It is this invasion of personal space that terrifies the introvert.
Society is a network of ‘expectations’, and family member have expectations of each other; go to school, get a job, marry, kids, etc.
An introvert might not necessarily look at life this way, and therein lies the problem.
I am obnoxiously sensitive, as well as most introverts, and anytime my ‘comfort zone’ is attacked by an outside force (be it a person) I look at such person as a “monster”.
My entirety then moves to defend itself. This is the logic behind fictional monsters, and the inevitable torment creative introverts face.
Well, I have four wolves to feed: the philosopher, the storyteller, the physicist, and the human rights activist. And each wolf is gnawing and bickering to get fed the most.