I meet a lot of interesting people in the work I do. Some of them I really like, some of them I am glad it is a working relationship, and then there have been the occasional ones which I resent the work I do for putting me and my family in the potential line of danger. I think some of that is the imagination I have and seeing stories in everything.
This post has less to do with anyone but myself and my own warped imagination. I have this toilet room off of my kitchen on the main floor - it has two doors and a window and the room is only something like 4'x6'. I started noticing a couple of weeks ago that when I am standing in front of the toilet, doing what a man does when standing in front of the toilet, that I always place my left hand on the door - half on the frame, half on the door. I think I have done this since I moved into this house almost 5 years ago - and every time I do, I get this weird vision of something bursting through the door as I am standing there. Now do you think I am worried about the fact that something like a werewolf has just burst in and knocked me down while I am peeing? No almost every time I get this image, I have that feeling that shoots from my groin down my leg when I think of the pain I will feel as the door scrapes over the top of my foot.
I know, some thoughts are better kept 'up here'(I point to my head), than said out loud or written.
This is Just to Say You All Get an A
2 weeks ago
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