I saw that movie “The Strangers” last night. I’m not a huge fan of scary movies, but I went with my younger sister because she wanted to see it and couldn’t go by herself… and I didn’t much like it.
Chris went with us and he hated it as a movie (I sort of did too… it was very plotless and strange), but I hated it because of where I happen to live.
I live out in the country—although we do have neighbors less than 100 feet away on both sides—but sometimes all the open space surrounding our house makes me uneasy… esp since we have huge windows (most with inadequate or no curtains) in basically every ground-level room and my dad is never that good about closing the windows and locking the doors at night…
Plus, my room is on a semi-below ground level. Meaning… if you stood outside one of my windows, my bed is right below your foot-level. It makes me uneasy. I hate all those windows… ugh.
It’s not really because of the movie though—I’ve always hated those windows. Hate hate hate. I never want to think I see things outside, whether they be human or animal. Unfortunately, I have that kind of imagination that always thinks it sees something there and has to keep looking for minutes or hours before it’s exhausted all the possibilities for what it might have seen and didn’t… grr.
It’s times like that where I’d disown my imagination if I could. Or ground it or something.
Lucky (or not) for me, I also can’t ever seem to sleep at night. I just don’t get tired until the we hours of the morning… so I stayed up most of the night reading anyway… and watching the lightning from the storm outside. It was some really spectacular lightning I saw through all of our ridiculous windows…
And I made out Melody’s birthday card and all of that last night, too… and I came upstairs to put it on the table and leave a note asking my parents if they would mail it for me, and my mom was sitting on the seat in the bay window by the table… in the dark. It freaked me out but I figured out who it was after a moment.
I guess we had a tornado watch last night, so she was up, watching the lightning and checking the weather on her cell phone. Scary scaryness. My family is weird.
Yeah… so I spent most of last night reading in the living room, since I didn’t want to be in my room alone if the power went out. It was great.
“I thought you dandies never got up till two, and were not visible till five.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
(I may not be a dandy, but that phrase captures perfectly my sleep habits)