This is some serious stuff. And my fear of the dark is relevant to this furniture blog because it may or may not be the reason I haven’t been working on any painting projects lately. Yeah….
So to explain, you’d have to know how my apartment is laid out. The garage is on the ground level, and my apartment is upstairs. So when you walk in the front door, you can either go left into the garage, or go up the stairs to the apartment. So since I have to go downstairs from my apartment, I’ve got it stuck in my head that my garage is in the basement. And I watch too much Criminal Minds and have seen bad things happen in basements.
When it was light until 9 pm, I didn’t have a problem with this. But now that it’s dark within an hour after I get home from work, I really just can’t make myself go down there.
There’s also a little nook in the back of my garage that gives you some extra storage (to the right of the white shelf), and I have this weird fear that there is a homeless person squatting there. A homeless person who wants to murder me is what my mind tries to tell me when I think about going to the garage.
This really has gone to a ridiculous level I realized a couple nights ago. I came home and I knew Will wouldn’t be home for a while, but the light in the garage was on. I assumed he’d been in there earlier and left it on, but just in case it was a murdered in there waiting for me, I locked the door to the garage (locking the possible murderer in of course) instead of peeking my head in and turning out the light. I’m such a weenie!
Also, when I was in the tanning bed the other day (yes day, as in middle of the day) I heard a loud noise and I imagined it was a gunshot even though I also knew a gun would be much louder. I had 10 minutes left of my tanning session and I was seriously thinking about getting out because I kept imagining someone kicking my door down and shooting me.
Seriously, I have to quit watching marathons of Criminal Minds. Then maybe I’d get some projects done to show you.
Is it time for me to see a therapist yet? I’m kidding, kind of….