Breathe in, Breathe out, or, the Downside to Pulling All Nighters (All Reason Flies Out The Window)
I'm not going to describe what scene is going through my mind, but if you've seen Hannibal and remember the guy in the wheelchair at his home, you might know what I'm talking about.
I only saw a small portion of Hannibal (and it was on TV, no less), but it was so utterly disturbing that I have had a loss of appetite for two days. And for the past two hours, while I read about subject-matter jurisdiction and such through my notes, that scene has been replaying in my mind incessantly.
I swear if I hear a noise I'll scream.
So I tell myself, "There's been nothing in the paper lately re: a person like that... Besides, why would he try to break into MY house? ...all the doors ARE locked. (are they? Do I dare check? What if I check and when I glance outside there's someone standing RIGHT THERE??? I should check... but really, they're probably closed... you're wasting time...)... And now I know why some people never leave their homes.
So I sit here, trying to study, but panicking, and still so utterly disturbed and mortified by the scene I witnessed. Do people like that really exist? Have I passed one on the street? Does he live in my neighborhood? Is he in my house soundlessly sneaking up right behind me as I type this?
Breathe in, breathe out. Focus.
Should I check the doors?
I only saw a small portion of Hannibal (and it was on TV, no less), but it was so utterly disturbing that I have had a loss of appetite for two days. And for the past two hours, while I read about subject-matter jurisdiction and such through my notes, that scene has been replaying in my mind incessantly.
I swear if I hear a noise I'll scream.
So I tell myself, "There's been nothing in the paper lately re: a person like that... Besides, why would he try to break into MY house? ...all the doors ARE locked. (are they? Do I dare check? What if I check and when I glance outside there's someone standing RIGHT THERE??? I should check... but really, they're probably closed... you're wasting time...)... And now I know why some people never leave their homes.
So I sit here, trying to study, but panicking, and still so utterly disturbed and mortified by the scene I witnessed. Do people like that really exist? Have I passed one on the street? Does he live in my neighborhood? Is he in my house soundlessly sneaking up right behind me as I type this?
Breathe in, breathe out. Focus.
Should I check the doors?