Imagination

I'm unbelievably shaky.
Still shaking slightly since about an hour ago.
I think I may have seen something in my house.
I can't be sure, but I don't want to be sure.
It's the seventh month.
Please don't let it have been anything bad.
A curious spirit, okay. But please not anything other than that.
I'm scared, okay. I'm actually scared.
My heart is racing, my hands are trembling, my whole body feels cold.

Maybe I'm overreacting as always.
Maybe I'm exaggerating.
But I've never had such experiences, except for one in Sec 2 or 3 and that was freaky enough that I don't wanna know if it was for real or just a really fucked-up dream.
Maybe I'm overly jumpy or something, but it is the SEVENTH FREAKING LUNAR MONTH, OKAY.
It's the HUNGRY GHOST MONTH.
And I am SCARED.

Right.
It could be my imagination.
It could be electro-magnetic fields created by electric wiring that created the anxiety and made me think I saw things when I really didn't.
(Don't ask me how that works, this is what happens when you have a friend in Engine school.)
It was just my imagination.

So calm down, Nat.
Don't be such a scaredy-cat.
(I actually hated it when my parents called me that when I was younger, which was why I usually tried to act tough.)
Anyway just CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
Nobody's going to jump you in your own freaking house.
Now shut up and get back to your BMR notes.

On a side note, I've noted that when I'm scared, my first instinct isn't to scream.
It's to clam up and freaking freeze (how smart, right?!) and then skedaddle the fuck outta there.

So this is me.
Skeddaddling back to my BMR notes and blasting cheerful, sunshine-y, nothing-to-be-scared-about music.
Scaredy-cat.

Comments

  1. SiegiusAugust 22, 2012 at 10:06 PM

    If anything, it was probably a lost spirit trying to find his way out of your home after having accidentally stumbled in. Just open a window and let him know that's the way back out. I'm sure it's nothing =) just say a quiet prayer in your heart to whomever you may believe in and get back to them books =)

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