Monsters in the Closet

If for example, you are inside your bedroom, relaxing and reading a book before bedtime and an alien, slimy and huge, smashes its way through your door. You notice that it's badly wounded, and it seems to be on a rampage, with purpose to kill and destroy everything along its path, and you're next up. In front of you, he stops, lowers his eyes, and growls reverberatingly with its hand ready to strike, what would you do?

Option 1: Assume a fighting stance, snarl, lock eyes and meet it head on?

Option 2: Bait it, say you can help it?

Option 3: Run for your life, screaming and flailing in the other direction?

What would you do? Which option would you pick?

We are all afraid of something. The dark, a rabid dog, rejection, needles, attention, enclosed spaces, death, childbirth, among many others. We each have our own personal scares to deal with. But what do we do when we're faced with them?

As with everything, we have the power to choose our own ending to the story. If we choose the first option, we face the alien monster head on. We face it, knowing full well that the chance of winning a fight with a more powerful extraterrestrial is slim to nil. If we choose the second, we talk our way through the compromising situation. If the wounded alien believes us, and then we can't, what then? And with the third option, we flee in an attempt to escape it. And hope against all hope that it never comes back. But these scaries, they do, eventually they do.

What really, is the best way to go about that monster in your closet?

*Stairs. I am not-so-secretly afraid of stairs.

09/09/09 - Time to Smell the Roses

09/09/09 - Time to Smell the Roses
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Waking up to a good morning message softens the cynic in me for some unfathomable reason. I like it.

That Green-Eyed Bitch

Last night, I had an up close and personal with the lover's ex. I was so close that I could see the clear and unblemished pores of her fair skin, so close that I could have touched the impressive double mounds of frontal flesh, so close that I felt the strong will radiating from her intelligent doe eyes.

And how can I forget to mention the legs, which are long, smooth, and perfectly shaped.

She makes her way to the restroom, giving us a good view of her lower half.
Me to him: Wow, fantastic legs.
Him to me: *looks appreciatively* Meh, they're nice.
Him to himself: *mentally bites fist* Bobdamn, what sexy stems.

After a few minutes in a conversation with them feeling like the third wheel, I excused myself to get some fresh air and found myself spending the night forgotten and alone.


To clear things up, she isn't green-eyed. And it was all a dream.

That green-eyed bitch getting under my skin is no one but myself and my jealousy.

Now, in a fair view of things, there really shouldn't be anything wrong with befriending an ex. Why? One, this person was once an important factor in your life. Two, there should be enough things in common to be friends even without the romance. And three, good friends are hard to come by.

So, a sensible person would look past the awkwardness and let the ex in their lives. Is it a case of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer? Come to think of it, with the ex in the same circle, you'd have an insider's view of things (by "things" I actually mean "motives"). That makes sense, kind of. But for us who are weak of heart and strong of feelings of selfishness, it's not an idea that's easy to swallow.

Props to those of you who are smart enough to befriend their current's past flames. I let my own monsters eat me up once in a while. Try keeping yours at bay.