It's so pervasive in our inner beings, including mine, that it is one of the first emotions I have when I walked into Chuck E. Cheeses about a month ago for the first time in at least a decade (probably longer; I truly doubt I went to Chuck E. Cheeses as a high schooler - though I wasn't part of the "cool" crowd so I suppose it's possible).
I entered Chuck E. Cheeses with my two children; my oldest couldn't stop smiling from seeing all of the toys and lights. Immediately after entering, the sentry at the front stamped our hands with an invisible number only to be seen by a magical light as you leave (to protect bad parents from sexual offenders of course).
We went inside and I decided to pony up and just get $20 in tokens. Hey, I'm finally working and had absolutely no idea how much my kids would spend (in fact, my daughter probably only spent a couple dollars worth - she mostly just had fun running around with other kids and pretending to ride the "rides.").
Dozens of kids and adults walked amongst us in the jungle of flashing lights, loud yelling, and a scary looking robot mouse dancing. Every few seconds, I looked back at the table to make sure the tokens were still present at the table. About a minute in, sweat began to roll down by forehead. I looked all around for possible thieves: the tall white guy with tattoos on his arm was a potential future suspect, as was the young black kid running around with tickets in the air. The sweat began to soak through my shirt (all the while my kids were just enjoying the sights). I just couldn't take it anymore. After about ten minutes we walked back to the table, and to my amazement, the cup of tokens remained at the table.
At this moment, I thanked all the gods out in the universe (I'm sure your god is one of these). Of course, I placed the tokens in my pocket - I wasn't going to take any more chances. But then, I looked around. In amazement, I noticed that people left either tokens or tickets on pretty much every table in the building. Yet no police were called, nor were there any shootings ("give me back those tickets! I need that smarties roll for my kids dammit!" - at least that's what I imagined).
Yet the fear remained. Even to this day, the fear envelopes me when I walk into Chuck E. Cheeses; especially when I attempt to leave tokens, tickets, or even food at the table. But that is exactly what the media and ruling class wants. They want the fear to engorge us, to make us distrust one another in almost every situation (even a trip to Chuck E. Cheeses!). They use this fear to maintain their power and control over us. They use this fear to divide us, in order to get us to show up at the ballot box. They use this fear to support their agenda (especially war) and the everlasting intertwining relationship of the government and corporate structures currently in place.
But I only have one thing to say (well, in addition to a plea to please not vote for Trump): we don't have to fear everyone; to be honest, we don't even need to really fear anyone. 99% of our daily routines involve no violence, no destruction, and no deaths. Rather 99% of our daily interactions are voluntary, safe, and trustful. Even if you don't believe me (though even the worse statistics support this argument), at least do the minimum: Don't fear a place like Chuck E. Cheeses. Don't let them win...
NOTE: Chuck E. Cheeses did not pay me to write this article (though I will take gladly take tokens).