Confessions

Monday, March 27, 2006

sometimes I pretend that no one is home when I am home and there is someone at the door.
I don't want to but I am afraid of opening closed doors.

Cat said...: I would do the same everytime my rent was late, which was pretty much all the time when I was twenty. Once, I hid in my closet. My landlords would always ring the doorbell before opening the door, which usually gave me enough time to hide or run out the back door. That particular day, I decided to give my bedroom closet a try. Being clautrophobic I realise now that that wasn't the best choice I ever made. I hunched down in the dark afraid that they would open the door and discover me in there hiding. I tried thinking of reasons I could give them for being in there, but I couldn't think of anything that would justify it. They stood right on the other side of the door for what seemed like an eternity. I stained my ears to listen to what they were saying, but not knowing a word of Mandarin that didn't do me any good. I was so scared they would open the door, I held on to the door nob with all my might thinking that if they tried opening it - it would appear stuck or locked. Those living arrangements made me paranoid. Even after hearing them leave, I stayed in there for a long time in the event that they would come back or in case they were just pretending to leave in an attempt to trick me out of my hiding place.; 9:06 PM