Does this ever happen to you?
Have you ever been strongly affected by something that isn't that odd? That probably sounds weird, but I don't quite know how to phrase it. I will explain. One night we were watching a short film on youtube called Still Life.
It was about some kid that takes some sort of pills while driving, ends up hitting someone, and proceeds to travel through a town of mannequin dummies. The dummies only move when he isn't looking. In the end he ends up smashing a mannequin family up with a baseball bat before realizing they were real people. The movie is rather freaky and I was watching it while coming down, so I had to pause it for a minute before finishing. We watched other movies and I forgot about it. Until I was in bed at night. I got so freaked out I had to call my husband into the room. It really got to me that things closed in while he wasn't looking. If you could look at your threat, it wouldn't move, but the minute you turned your head anything could happen. I felt an imminent sense of danger, like something was coming to get me that I couldn't see. It was always behind me. I didn't dare turn my head to look behind me. It was quite overwhelming.
Another time, at Christmas, I watched my brother eating some Hillshire Farms gift package my mom had given him. My brother is a big guy and constantly complains about gifts my mom gives him. So she admitted to me once, in exasperation, that she usually got him food as presents. For some reason that sparked tremendous guilt that I still feel kind of funny talking about to this day. Even though the event happened years ago.
Those are just a few examples. Sometimes things make me really sad. I may make fun of an ugly (fake) fur coat in a thrift store and then look over to see a woman petting the same coat lovingly. I felt so bad I ended up buying a stupid yellow hat that looked like a golden retriever. I kind of think I wore that awful hat as a sort of penance. But that doesn't really fit in with my philosophy of kharma and putting good into the world. Punishment doesn't mesh with kharma.
Anyway, thanks for reading my drabble. And feel free to comment. I love comments. They make me smile.
love,
the uncanniest of instigators
It was about some kid that takes some sort of pills while driving, ends up hitting someone, and proceeds to travel through a town of mannequin dummies. The dummies only move when he isn't looking. In the end he ends up smashing a mannequin family up with a baseball bat before realizing they were real people. The movie is rather freaky and I was watching it while coming down, so I had to pause it for a minute before finishing. We watched other movies and I forgot about it. Until I was in bed at night. I got so freaked out I had to call my husband into the room. It really got to me that things closed in while he wasn't looking. If you could look at your threat, it wouldn't move, but the minute you turned your head anything could happen. I felt an imminent sense of danger, like something was coming to get me that I couldn't see. It was always behind me. I didn't dare turn my head to look behind me. It was quite overwhelming.
Another time, at Christmas, I watched my brother eating some Hillshire Farms gift package my mom had given him. My brother is a big guy and constantly complains about gifts my mom gives him. So she admitted to me once, in exasperation, that she usually got him food as presents. For some reason that sparked tremendous guilt that I still feel kind of funny talking about to this day. Even though the event happened years ago.
Those are just a few examples. Sometimes things make me really sad. I may make fun of an ugly (fake) fur coat in a thrift store and then look over to see a woman petting the same coat lovingly. I felt so bad I ended up buying a stupid yellow hat that looked like a golden retriever. I kind of think I wore that awful hat as a sort of penance. But that doesn't really fit in with my philosophy of kharma and putting good into the world. Punishment doesn't mesh with kharma.
Anyway, thanks for reading my drabble. And feel free to comment. I love comments. They make me smile.
love,
the uncanniest of instigators