Sunday, May 22, 2005
I Want To Believe
I went out with some friends for most of a hot, humid day yesterday. When I came home, it was hotter and more humid inside the apartment than it was outdoors. Then I noticed that my refrigerator door was ajar. Oh dear, I said to myself. We have ghosts. I pulled the door all the way open and looked inside. I swear, it was like opening up an oven -- I could feel the heat spill out of it, like I had decided to cook a pot roast in the fridge. @%$#, I said to myself. Everything inside was warm to the touch. My groceries -- my chicken, my steak, my macaroni salad, my mayonnaise -- all recently purchased, all done for. @%#&$!!!!!
I sort of wish I really did have a ghost, because then I could blame my stupid forgetfulness on something other than myself. Normally, I am obsessive-compulsive when it comes to checking if doors are locked, ovens are off, refrigerators are closed. I'll double, triple and quadruple check locks and switches. I'll turn my car back around after driving ten miles if I get a nagging feeling that I left one of my windows slightly open. It's sort of annoying to my friends and family, but for the most part, I think it's a good compulsion to have, because sometimes I'll catch things on the double or triple check that I didn't catch the first time. But apparently this compulsion has started to escape me recently, and at the worst times. The other night, I parked my car in the street and left the back window rolled all the way down for the entire night. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, but I felt stupid the whole day after. My powers, they fail me!
Oh well, perhaps it's the water in my new place, or it's just that I've got so much on my mind right now. Or maybe it really is a ghost, and it's decided to play tricks on me. I'll go with that for now because it can't be empirically disproven. Yes yes. I'll keep you up do date on what other stupid things my ghost makes me do.
I sort of wish I really did have a ghost, because then I could blame my stupid forgetfulness on something other than myself. Normally, I am obsessive-compulsive when it comes to checking if doors are locked, ovens are off, refrigerators are closed. I'll double, triple and quadruple check locks and switches. I'll turn my car back around after driving ten miles if I get a nagging feeling that I left one of my windows slightly open. It's sort of annoying to my friends and family, but for the most part, I think it's a good compulsion to have, because sometimes I'll catch things on the double or triple check that I didn't catch the first time. But apparently this compulsion has started to escape me recently, and at the worst times. The other night, I parked my car in the street and left the back window rolled all the way down for the entire night. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, but I felt stupid the whole day after. My powers, they fail me!
Oh well, perhaps it's the water in my new place, or it's just that I've got so much on my mind right now. Or maybe it really is a ghost, and it's decided to play tricks on me. I'll go with that for now because it can't be empirically disproven. Yes yes. I'll keep you up do date on what other stupid things my ghost makes me do.
