I do think a lot of people actually like living in fear. Probably “like” is not the right word. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that living in fear comforts them, or confirms some pre-existing notion, or limits their options in a way that eases the horrible freedom of existing.

But in the end, I don’t care that much about psychoanalyzing them. Those types are my enemy and we must resist them at all times, but now in particular as much more hinges on it.