I watch too many crime shows
I like to pride myself on being fairly rational the majority of the time. I’m level-headed and not prone to panic attacks. But the moment the sun goes down and I’m alone, all that goes out the window. In my mind a zombie apocalypse has broken out and I need to fight to survive. Even the tiniest noise will set me on edge. I will not go outside unless absolutely necessary. I lock all the doors, windows, and close my curtains. I carry my phone on my person at all times and I make sure that I’m talking to someone online. If I hear someone knock on my door, that person’s out of luck because there is no way in hell I’m going to open it.
Case in point: At approximately 7PM, someone knocked on my door and attempted to turn the knob. I chose to ignore it. They knocked again. When I snuck up to the peephole, I didn’t see anyone. Then I heard them going down the stairs. So I closed my curtains and locked myself in my room. By 7:30, my paranoia had increased tenfold when there was another knock. I called my boyfriend just to have someone on the phone with me as I looked out the peephole. Again, I couldn’t see anyone. So I did what any reasonable person would do, I pushed the couch in front of the door. Then locked myself in my room. I tried calling my sister to tell her to not come home, seeing as there was a homicidal maniac on the loose but she didn’t pick up. So I called her boyfriend. Turns out, IT WAS HIM KNOCKING ALL ALONG. And he had been waiting in the car for her to come home from work.
Effing idiot.
