I Think There's Somebody in the House

I am completely creeped out right now. It's three in the morning, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up to go to the bathroom, and there's a light on downstairs that I know for a fact I did not turn on today. This happened a couple of days ago also, but I wasn't sure then whether or not I had turned it on. I am so scared of going down to see what's up, I am actually thinking of going back to bed and not trying not to think about it. I mean, if whoever it is was going to kill me in my sleep, they would have, right?

Now that I mention it, what I just wrote is absolutely a reflection of my approach to life at it worst. How many things in my life do I just pretend to ignore rather than face something scary or uncomfortable? Plenty, let me tell you. And it's kind of funny, because I'm actually not that terrified of a burglar, or even some kind of supernatural thing. If I knew what it was, I could deal with it. But I don't, and so here I sit, calmly typing whilst a homeless person is perhaps rummaging through my stuff.

Anyway, now that I have made that comparison to my life at large, I have no choice but to investigate. Often, when presented with a choice, I clearly identify one course of action as more virtuous or constructive, then shut down while I hedonistically pursue the opposite course. Going downstairs right now will serve as a signal that I no longer deactivate my consciousness to avoid being honest about my choices. If I fail to make another entry in this Blog, you will know that I was eaten by a Manticore.