The worst part

So, far the worst part of this whole thing is the nursery Rhymes. It seems to be something, uncontrollably linked to this new self. Everywhere I go I hear them and occasionally I catch myself singing along with them. I figured that like the domain maybe I could control this and I tried to change the nursery Rhymes to some nice classical Music.

You ever hear Vivaldi's Four seasons played like a nursery Rhyme? I have. I don't even know how that works...

So, yeah just constant nursery rhymes or other songs played like nursery rhymes...


I've been forcing myself to spend time with my Children of the Cold, it's actually not that bad. I don't know if something about being changed made them more mature or children are just way more mature than I give them credit for, but they are actually quite fun to converse with. One of them even seems to know a little about The Cold Boy and has unknowingly informed me a bit about myself that these slowly burgeoning memories have not.

For instance did you know I am apparently secretly just some sort of personification of The Ice Age. I didn't know that and I am me. Apparently the child knows this from other blogs. It seems The Cold Boy has existed long before I became him. I assume in the form of many people before me doing the same job. Apparently I am part of something that people refer to as The Fears or various other names and we have a small, but noticeable presence on the blogging world in the forms of people who have had run ins with them. Most assume these to be fiction except for those who have met them as well.

I don't really get the name. The Fears? I'm not scary. I just befriend people and turn them into little monsters. There's nothing scary about that, but apparently I and the other "Fears" are considered terrifying monsters, by most people.

I guess people just fear what they don't understand.

I mean I'm not scary. Look at me I'm adorable.