i am neurotic.

Every time I see a building with a graveyard near it, particularly my school, I have to evaluate the building in case of a Zombie Attack. In every class, at some point, I have to come up with a way to survive or escape if the Zombies attack us all.

I can’t swim in my pool alone. I’m always afraid a shark will appear and eat me. Or the ghost of a former resident of my house. Or an alien.

I’m usually pretty convinced that there are no such thing as ghosts, but if I ever say that out loud, I have to follow it with something about still respecting them if they do exist…because I’m afraid they’ll hear me, get angry, and start to haunt me.

I am in no way scared of the dark, but anywhere i go even in my own house if it is dark, i have to run or move as quickly as possible between rooms without looking stupid, closing the door as quickly as possible behind me in case there is someone or something lurking in the shadows.

Every time i enter a new building, i immediately assess it for survivability and defense in the case of a zombie attack. This happens quite a bit considering i refinish wood floors, and rarely see the same house twice. I also look for various objects that can be used for weapons, and, when bored, go over in my mind a working battle plan and assignment of orders for everyone else in the room.

Because of the myth of Bloody Mary, when I was younger, I would be scared shitless if I woke a few minutes before 12 A.M. needing to go to the bathroom and I’d stay in my bed until the time was at least 10 minutes past 12 so she wouldn’t show up at the end of the hall outside my door, in the mirror, in the shower, or have her face or hand in the toilet.

I can’t go to sleep if there is a mirror exposed somewhere in my room. If the mirror on my desk is facing my bed, I’m scared that something will appear in the mirror, or come out of it to come get me. I have to put it face down before I go to bed.

I am prepared to fight a werewolf  every time i open a door. I even ready my fists.

In the catholic school, we were taught about our personal guardian angel. So each night before falling asleep in my twin bed, I had to scoot to the edge to make room for my guardian angel to also sleep. Not quite sure how many times, I ended up on the floor so my angel was comfy!!

Whenever I go into the basement of my house, I have to recite my 6th grade locker combination while switching the light on, or else I’m afraid the monsters will get me. (22-28-10)I’ve been monster free since then…