The morning began with rain.
A never before seen neighbor appeared on the porch next door.
My closest neighbor is pretty obnoxious. I kinda need to get away.
This fucker keeps judging me. Hard. Prick.
“Oh and you’re so beautiful?!”
I really have to make the gym work for the morning. I cannot put myself in there at 5-6 o’clock every night. I am far too overweight to be in there with that crowd. Not that anyone would say or even think anything negative, it’s just the intrusive thoughts that I can’t handle.
The planet fitness back home was mental torture at 5. I trooper’d through it but it was awful to constantly being to see all the ghosts.
I refer to people (however callous this may sound) from my past life as ghosts. Ghosts are people you knew before and didn’t stay in touch with. You may have had one or many interactions with them.
That place was littered with them. As your hometown naturally is. What makes you a ghost is if there is a mutual non-acknowledgment of existence. I know that I am a ghost to them.
A haunt is someone that if you see you fucking turn tail and run for cover. Fortunately, I did not see a single haunt there and never had to beat feet to avoid interaction.
Here, in this new town, that won’t be an issue. However, as the brain does, without ghosts to worry about (you always have to worry about haunts) strangers have been promoted in the threat-level rankings.
See, bumping into a ghost in your new town would be rare and possibly fun. It’s just that seeing a ghost in your hometown is a reminder of the past, and that you’re still there, and so are they. It’s like a shame thing.
Anyway, the real point is that the gym will be bustling at 5 until 8 and I just can’t do that to myself. I will try it out tomorrow and let you know how the morning goes.
Blanc Thoughts 