Oddities, Animals, and a Healthy Dose of Fear

Oddities, Animals, and a Healthy Dose of Fear

You can call me Pipps. An intense love for animals, a crippling fear of death, and an irrepressible interest in oddities brought me to Taxadoreme. Like many of us, I didn’t grow up in the Addams Family, but my loving parents were nothing if not open-minded. They encouraged me to try everything and go anywhere that lit a fire in my heart, and I’m forever grateful for that. As a result, I’ve lived in a few different places, held many careers, and tried a ridiculously varied array of hobbies and pass times. My secret fascination for blood, bones, and oddities, however, eventually proved to be unsuppressible.

As a child, I remember doing a school report on Leonardo DaVinci and having a complete meltdown once it really sunk in that such an incredible person was just gone. “Where did all of his thoughts and ideas go?”, I wondered. “And where would mine once I – OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO DIE TOO.” Needless to say, I was inconsolable. My mom (a saint to this day) did her best to reassure me that I wouldn’t have to worry about it for many, many years, but it would continue to haunt me. My own impending mortality was something that terrified me to my very core and so, like most good Americans…I pushed it away. I spent years avoiding wakes, not wanting to see my beloved pets after the spark of life had left their eyes, and looking like a real asshole in the process. If I didn’t acknowledge it, it wasn’t real. But the painful thing I realized is that death doesn’t care if you ignore it.

It was the strangest thing. I wanted nothing to do with death, and yet horror movies, macabre art, and oddities always managed to reignite that pilot light in my chest. Subconsciously, I think my mind knew that what I needed was to not only stop ignoring death, but to get to know the old bastard. I found that the more I gave into my morbid curiosity, the less afraid I became. It was as if each time I touched a bone, pet a pelt, or acknowledged a death, another veil came off the reaper shroud. Until it was just me and a harmless, fascinating skeleton.

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