Why I’m not a full time ghost hunter: because (through experience) I’ve found long lags between incidents and my patience just isn’t that high.
The other night, the shower turned on. Not full blast, but enough for a continuous drip – and, yes: when I went in to check, the taps were a good half twist turned on. This, in the middle of an evening of tv watching. This, when we hadn’t turned the shower on that day. Our resident ghost is getting stronger and learning new tricks. I’m not really bothered by it; too many incidents growing up just taught me to deal with it. But it’s bloody well note worthy.
NL news: Infection rates are dropping. Curfew is being broken, sometimes rather violently. Reports today talk about unrest in Urk (awful name that doesn’t translate well, in my opinion) that include police arrests. Honestly, things are sounding bleak lately. Discussions about longer curfews, more lock downs, and total travel bans. NL has a problem with tourists from forbidden countries; apparently, IDs are only checked for up to date stamps rather than country of actual origin: people are sneaking into NL from Germany or other bordering countries that don’t have a travel ban.
With every rule, you’ll find rule breakers. Every time. And I’m not nice enough to call them just ‘rule breakers’. In my book, they’re cheaters. The same people who felt it okay to cheat on exams or lie on applications. The same people who feel no compunction to act decently. These are the liars. And the spreaders of lies.
I have run into them my entire life.
And I’m really angry that so many get away with it. Yet, that’s also been my truth. In my own family, in the country I was born in, in almost every situation I can think of…. Liars getting away with it. And if I’m so bold as to tell it like it is, to call a lie a lie, I am the one castrated. Rebuked. Outed. The group closes ranks and I, suddenly, am persona non grata.
Can anyone explain this to me? Is it because so many people want to get away with their own lies that they support other liars’ lies during a confrontation? Isn’t this where we lose the world – and ourselves? Or is it, simply, because I am a magnet for assholes who do that kind of thing to me? Because everyone once in a while I’m reminded there are decent people amongst the masses. To me, it seems a very small minority.
…Fu-u-u-uck. I don’t even have the news on and I’ve got to fucking pontificate about this or that.
Maybe it’s been the influence of watching Breaking Bad. Yeah, yeah: you don’t have to go on about how behind the times I am. I know and I couldn’t care less. There are certain aspects of modern society I refuse to participate in, and one of them is the mad frenzy of anything currently ‘in fashion’. Nope. Always chose to be an outsider. Anyway, I’m finally watching it. And… Thus far, I’ve been laughing my ass off. I’ve heard a lot about this series, but not about the humour of it. Extremely dark comedy, I’ll give you. But dropping the acid body in the bathtub was brilliant: both funny as hell and a bit too realistic. I laughed and got grossed out at the same time; a real rarity.
I feel… Weird. Not quite here, if you know what I mean. Outside it’s grey and cold (OOooo! Big surprise, that!). I’m in the same chair I’m always in, watching the same afternoon cartoons in the background. This could be any day of the week. I…feel like I’m in a re-run. A re-run I’ve already played in several times over. There’s so much sameness lately.
Grrr. I’m hanging on the edge of gratitude to the bloody ghost for shaking things up. Even if it gets weird, at least it’s something different. Anything other than the same afternoon cartoons! Anything other than that all encompassing grey that fills the sky and tints the very air so every damned thing in the entire world is grey!
The sun is shining somewhere, right? It’s not, like, gone from the sky, is it? Time is marching on, yes? After I go to sleep tonight, I’ll be in another day. It won’t keep repeating. It hasn’t been repeating. …Has it?
Fuck. When you hang your measurement of time on meals and ghostly activity, it’s time to get a hobby.