posted on Jan, 3 2008 @ 09:20 AM
I remember the exact moment I became interested in the paranormal. I was four years old, in a doctor's waiting room. To keep me entertained while
we waited, my dad read to me from a children's book about Bigfoot. From that moment, I was hooked.
Throughout school, I checked out every book on the paranormal offered at the various schools I attended. Given the current state of hysteria and
paranoia in the school-systems of the nation, I am sure my interests and attire (consisting of long black hair, horror-movie and metal t-shirts and a
trench-coat) would have landed me on "the watch list," and trotted before the school counselor every week. When I started earning my own money, the
occult/paranormal section of Borders became a frequent stop for me; Timothy Good, John Keel, David Jacobs, Loren Coleman and others began lining my
I don't know when it happened, but sometime after I graduated and moved on to college, I started becoming a skeptic. There was no clear mark of
dileniation. It was a gradual process, and I didn't notice I had become a skeptic when my long-time girlfriend presented me with a "I Want to
Believe" poster for Christmas, and told her, "I don't believe in that stuff anymore." I even took a philosophy class entitled "Occult and the
Paranormal" and didn't notice until after the fact that apapers I wrote for it were from a skeptical viewpoint.
Being a skeptic has taught me a lot. Where-as before, when I was a "believer" I just accepted what was being told to me as fact. Becoming a
skeptic, I began researching claims, and it lead me to studying a wide variety of fields. I can honestly say I have learned as much in studying on my
own as I did in college (where my background was Political Science).
I did keep the poster. I would love it if aliens were visiting the planet, if Bigfoot were stalking the woods. I get as excited as everyone else
when someone claims to have the smoking-gun proof. Because I do want to believe.