It's such an exquisite feeling. Let's use this opportunity to share our special obsession. I know I'm in good company when you’re by my side.
Nyctophile (noun) refers to one having a love of the night. You know that, but they know little of it. They may know the noun, yet nothing of the thirst. We are not normal. We hunger for the dark. We like not knowing what we can't see. Doubt and fear are no longer our enemies. They’ve become loyal friends.
And what about dwelling in psychological darkness? That’s even better. It is possible to walk in broad daylight but still dwell in the darkness of mind shadows.
Could this condition be included with nyctophilia? Yes, I believe it’s so, you too. There are those of us who find beautiful comfort inside our blackened thoughts. I'm not talking about depression or evil, although they’re not to be excluded, I'm referring to a certain darkness that completes us whether it’s day or night. It's home for our secret thoughts.
There's a lot we don't say about what's going on inside our heads. The fear of being misunderstood silences us. Instead of expressing that inner darkness, we hold it in, nurture it, grow it, and then cultivate a deceptive façade to keep it well hidden. That satisfies them while allowing us internalised freedoms.
If someone cuts you off in traffic, fix it. Zoom ahead, turn in their lane and hit the brakes so they are forced off the side of the road to avoid the collision. You can then watch them burn in their fiery wreck and only call first responders after they’re good and crispy.
If that bitch next door talks to you in that smarmy sarcastic tone again, stick a fork right into her neck to shut her up. Don’t forget to take a step backwards when you pull the fork out. You don’t want to get your new shoes messy, do you?
If a hot food order comes to your table cold, drop a firebomb into the kitchen at the end of the meal just to let the chef know how you feel about his incompetence. He won’t be doing that again anytime soon.
Every situation has a customizable dark resolution that can bring joy just when it’s needed most. Just don’t say them aloud. Suppress them. Be good and nice on the outside but well-tormented on the inside.
We're left to romance our little secrets alone, in the darkness, to fester and grow into something beautiful. Acceptance is the awakening. Join me in turning psychological nyctophilia into the next best part — your own private piece of paradise.