A Thought On Ghosts
Watching the X-Files I always thought that that both Mulder and Scully had a point. I guess Philosophy made me think about what was possible and psychology got me thinking about why I would believe in any given possible world. Last night I had a muscle spasm in my shoulder. It felt exactly like someone had tapped me on the shoulder. If I hadn't have been so tired, I might have jumped out of my skin. But then how do I know it was a muscle spasm? Maybe it was a ghost trying to get my attention and it felt exactly like a muscle spasm. Maybe the notion that I couldn't see anybody tricked me into thinking that it was just my shoulder doing something weird. The verdict? I don't. But I assume, since the ghost would have given up rather easily, the fear of scaring me not an issue of he or she was willing to tap me on the shoulder once. It could also be the case that what ever was worth tapping me on the shoulder didn't seem important enough to do it again.
In Texas, on Halloween, I was slightly revered for my calm steely nerves while walking through a dark haunted house which used to be a slaughter house. My calmness seemed simple. They made me go first. They prey on the people that hang at the back of the group. The know who the frady cats are and go for them. Maybe my ghost tapped me on the shoulder as if to say, "Boo!" When that didn't work, when it was more like, "Boo?" It became disinterested and sat down next to me to watch The Graduate on Bravo.
In Texas, on Halloween, I was slightly revered for my calm steely nerves while walking through a dark haunted house which used to be a slaughter house. My calmness seemed simple. They made me go first. They prey on the people that hang at the back of the group. The know who the frady cats are and go for them. Maybe my ghost tapped me on the shoulder as if to say, "Boo!" When that didn't work, when it was more like, "Boo?" It became disinterested and sat down next to me to watch The Graduate on Bravo.