Imagination of a fearful situation

Almost 15 years ago now when I was fresh new in this country, it was my first time to go to NYC. I went to see my girlfriend then. The plan was to meet up with her brother who worked as a lawyer in midtown Manhattan and took the company taxi with him back to her parents'. I vividly remember how unsafe I felt when walking on the dark streets in Manhattan. I tried to follow a man who walking in front of me right after I exited the subway stop or port authority.. He seemed frightened, too.. It was obviously the projection of my imagination.

The other week, I walked to a friend's place along the Conn Avenue. It was pitch dark and close to 11:00pm. The night walk reminded me of the previous experience in Manhattan. I didn't feel unsafe walking along the dark side of the street off Conn Avenue. It was the similar air of temperature.. not sure why.. I just thought about my first NYC visit experience then.

It really validates that I conjure up the fearful situation in my head. I was the one walking on the streets where there was no danger. How could there be? The surroundings in both situation were just buildings and quiet. I didn't see any vicious persons near by and I didn't hear a siren. It was all in my head that fabricates the scary thoughts.

It was the case that illustrates how I am capable of fabricate a fearful situation in my head.

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