I have a big box of extra-long matches lying by my bed. I’m addicted to scented candles and use the matches to light them.
Recently, I noticed that holding the box in my hands and shaking it to hear the matches rustle inside makes me feel very comforted, secure, and safe. I had no idea why that was until I remembered “The Girl With Matches,” a tale by Hans Christian Andersen. In the story, a little girl freezes to death because she doesn’t have enough matches. It terrified me when I was little, and obviously the trauma is still there.
Andersen was a severely depressed fellow who wrote these really sick fairy-tales that have traumatized several generations of kids. I’m deeply convinced that Andersen’s books should be kept far away from children.


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