So, I don't really know how to address this. I'm a person who does not believe in supernatural. Like, at all.
Yet, I keep reading Stephen King's books and then spend sleepless nights convinced that zombies will come out of my closet (and Pennywise from IT? It exists. Let's not even talk about IT).
having said that, daytime I'm not scared by strange things. Ok I dunno how to say this.
I see something that is not there.
At work, I moved recently to a different part of the open space. On my left there is a floor to ceiling glass wall from which I see an internal garden (no accessible on foot).
When I look at my computer screen, with the left corner of my eye I see someone standing outside.
There is no one standing outside.
Clearly, this is some visual trick caused by shadows or whatever.
It is driving me nuts.
Quick update on the rest.
I'm fat.
This morning I went running for the first time in months due to my hip problem. So far so good. maybe I can finally get back to running.
Nonno is dying according to dad. Then again, this is not the first time I hear this. He is supposedly slowly fading away (by which I mean he's more and more absent and sleeps more and more), so dying of old age (he's 90). If he lives another two months, he'll have his other leg taken. I sincerely wish him to die peacefully of age before that happens.
(I hate funerals and I look like a cold bitch at funerals. Worse, in a ubercatholic country like this, I don't know the mandatory answers to the priest at church)
Last, I passed 4 interviews for a new job. We'll see.
Yet, I keep reading Stephen King's books and then spend sleepless nights convinced that zombies will come out of my closet (and Pennywise from IT? It exists. Let's not even talk about IT).
having said that, daytime I'm not scared by strange things. Ok I dunno how to say this.
I see something that is not there.
At work, I moved recently to a different part of the open space. On my left there is a floor to ceiling glass wall from which I see an internal garden (no accessible on foot).
When I look at my computer screen, with the left corner of my eye I see someone standing outside.
There is no one standing outside.
Clearly, this is some visual trick caused by shadows or whatever.
It is driving me nuts.
Quick update on the rest.
I'm fat.
This morning I went running for the first time in months due to my hip problem. So far so good. maybe I can finally get back to running.
Nonno is dying according to dad. Then again, this is not the first time I hear this. He is supposedly slowly fading away (by which I mean he's more and more absent and sleeps more and more), so dying of old age (he's 90). If he lives another two months, he'll have his other leg taken. I sincerely wish him to die peacefully of age before that happens.
(I hate funerals and I look like a cold bitch at funerals. Worse, in a ubercatholic country like this, I don't know the mandatory answers to the priest at church)
Last, I passed 4 interviews for a new job. We'll see.
3 comments:
My imagenation plays tricks on me all the time. It's something I have learned to ignore. Congrats on the interviews, and good luck!
Emily
I get freaked out at night too. even though as a skeptic I'm immune to hauntings and alien abductions I still read creepypasta late at night and then shit myself at every random noise.
SO. MUCH. FAIL.
Are you sleeping enough? I get brain-filling-in-gaps hallucinations like that a LOT when I'm low on sleep. Especially when there is a bug flying around and it gets in the corner of my vision. Blargh.
Gah, poor Nonno. I hope he goes painlessly. Grandpa was like that. Went of old age exactly like that. I treasure the last time I saw him lucid. Gods but it hurt though. I don't cry at funerals either. You're not alone love.
Thank you for the hugs and comments. Sorry for being so absent.
LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU. Will flick you a tattoo PM tomorrow <3
I have the complete tales of Edgar Allen Poe, and it scares the crap outta me when i read it at night. Imagination is a funny thing. Makes me wonder how much of anything at all we do or see comes from imagination.
Ugh funerals. I simply refuse to go to them, no matter how much i loved the person. It's just not the last memory i want to have of that person.
Good luck on the interviews, darling.
And also, thank you so much for always following me and commenting on my posts; even when i'm absent for forever.
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