The Barbarian

I couldn't really find any 'dark side' stories like my own, so in the spirit of the site, I decided to share.

It seems everyone else's "other self" is more cynical, or more honest, or just meaner, or sometimes even "a little bit" violent. Mine is based purely in the reptile brain. For those of you who don't care for biology and its associated terms, that's a nerdy way of referring to the part of the brain that governs extremely basic responses and basically just says. "EAT SCREW KILL," all the time.

It remembers a time before cities. Before agriculture. Before fire and the wheel. Before language. It is base desires and animal instincts made manifest. It sees what it wants, and looks at pretty much everything else as obstacles to be either knocked aside or crushed outright. And when I let slip my normally unshakeable control, usually what it wants is dead people.

Yeah, upon further review, this may sound a little melodramatic; but honestly, it's the best description I can think of. Just sharing experiences.

Anyway, a lot of people say that they imagine their dark side being inside some kind of cage in their mind. For some it's your standard jail cell, for some it's a birdcage, for some it's something in which you might find Hannibal Lecter. Mine is kept in a vacuum-sealed, diamond-and-carborundum vault; bound with chains of adamant and buried miles below the surface of the Earth.

And that's my dark side. The barbarian.
SadisticTrip SadisticTrip
26-30, M
Aug 4, 2010