I was reminded tonight of one of the longer term effects of my last detox.
Anyone who knows me - here or certainly in person - knows I have a fertile imagination which tends towards horror and The Dark. And not in a one-upmanship way. I reserve that for dirty jokes and real life stories, usually involving my titties. Big but not clever as it were.
Anyway. Like I was saying, these things genuinely pop into ma heid.
Except now, having had real hallucinations, they sometimes frighten me.
Tonight for example, I went to close the curtains and it seemed as if one of the streetlights had gone out as I crossed the room. Now I'm 99% sure it was just the wind and the tree branches moving. But I closed my eyes like a little kid because my brain said, "Hey, what if you stood here and one by one every light leading up to the flat went out?"
It's a horror cliche, but really, imagine it happening for real.
And I could.
And I was scared I would see it happen.
No more scary What If games for Sundae.
And stupidist thing of all?
I was never scared by my hallucinations. Aside from the practical one about my debts, and even then it took an actual dream about a man wearing my pink hat to make me scream.
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