How to make people scared

There is a young woman living in Toronto, Canada. I guess, she has some trouble with herself as every young woman in her early twenties usually has. She is a bit special – she plays soccer, even with guys sometimes, which, I think, reveals something about her personality. She can be hard both physically and mentally, courageous, sometimes stubborn, just notice how she calls her blog – “Rebellious”. Well, last night she left her friends abruptly and headed to a cementry. Is there anything creepier then a midnight cemetery? Maybe it is more dangerous then creepy. One way or the other, writing about it sounds so – impressive?, rebellious? Some can admire, others would go mad, the closest people above all. Did she want to scare them? In my view, if she hadn't wanted to, she would never have written about her cemetery adventure.

“I left Fly tonight and went to the only place I knew where I could be quietly alone: Mount Pleasant Cemetery. It'd been a while since I'd been there, and it was slightly problematic because the gates close at 6PM and the place is kind of filled with guards from what I'd heard from late night visitors. It was roughly 2 am when I got there. Welcome to fence jumping 101: fences that are double your height are problematic. And even moreso problematic when you're wearing a long winter jacket. Nothing tore as I scrambled over the fence... but let me tell you... it was close. And fuck me was it ever cold. I'm a dumbshit for doing it, but sometimes you just have to ignore reason and do what the fuck you want. Mount Pleasant was... pleasant. Deadly quiet (haha) and completely peaceful. So I walked around, thought about stuff, and decided that thinking too much about everything was probably a bad things. Females are notorious for being neurotic and thinking about stuff far too much. And it's so true... we'll (slash I'll) dissect anything and everything something someone has said until I've somehow managed to turn compliment to insult and insult to injury. What the fucking hell is wrong with the goddamn female brain I ask you? Anyway, I balked at the cold after thirty minutes of traipsing about and having not seen a guard the entire time, I decided to make a beeline for the main gates on Yonge and jump it again. Of course, jump is a relative terms. There's no way I can vault 10 to 12 feet in the air. So "scrabbling" would be a better term. Trust me - it wasn't pretty. I ended up walking home out of spite for the TTC (despite owning a metropass for the month... so I don't know if that makes me incredibly dumb for not grabbing a bus ride home, or just incredibly stubborn. I'm guessing a bit of both.)”

Someone called Scott dropped a few lines bellow this confession. I have no idea who he is, but guess he must be either her closest friend or her father. He hit the nail.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!?! And that is not a rhetorical question either... like WHAT would possess you to leave a club, by yourself, travel up to a cemetary and wander around at 3am?!?! Especially when no one knows where you are! (Speaking of which, why the hell did Jon let you leave the club by yourself instead of making sure you were headed home????)
You spoke of things changing when you turned twenty three... I think one of them should be this idea of yours that you are invincible and impervious to any harm. That cemetary is an oasis for Toronto's imfamous "Rodents of Unusual Size" (ie rabid raccoons), stray dogs; not to mention a diverse mix from the lowest echelon of soceity.
Girls who look like you should definitely not be wandering through cemetaries, alone, at 3am on a Friday night. Blond hair is like cat nip to the sexually deprived. I think its incredibly selfish to put yourself in harm's way because you are feeling reckless... there are 100s of people who would suffer with you if something were to happen.
Since nothing I say will have any effect on you (aside from probably stirring up a hornets nest when some of your friends read this cause I had the audacity to call you insane) I'm just going to get you a taser for Christmas and hopefully you'll get me some mild sedatives and everything will be fine!”

I have to admit that I feel sympathy for both of them. I feel the urge to do something that seems totally crazy every now and then, though I am not in early twenties (but not sure if the midnight cemetery would bring me some pleasure). But on the other hand, I will probably never do that craziness as I know how it feels when someone who you love is subjected to a dangerous situation. It is called to responsible towards others which seems to be something that this girl needs to learn, no matter how rebellious she is.