The Sausage Creature, I just giggled so hard at the term “brain myself” that I caused my boyfriend to stir in his sleep. Completely forgot about that term. Must use it more often!
I’m not generally afraid of the dark, but if I am in certain moods, I prefer to sleep with a light on. Mainly if I am sick, sad, or worried. Having things to look at prevents me from mulling and worrying as I’m trying to sleep. If it’s dark, though, there’s nothing there to distract me, and all I can think about is how sick I am, what’s making me sad, or what’s worrying me.
And there have been certain times when I have freaked myself out and decided to sleep with the light on just in case!
Sarah Woodruff also just reminded me of what a great feeling it is to have a dog asleep in the room. I miss that.
Nope, I love the dark. During hunting season, I’ll go out before daylight by myself to get where I’m going and hike in the dark without a flashlight. My eyes adjust pretty well.
I don’t like all the ambient light that comes with living in town. I like the starlight. And I can walk through my house in full darkness almost as fast as in the light. Until I hit the legos in my bare feet, but that’s being afriad of legomus underfootus more than the dark.
Nope. I’ve never been afraid of the dark, and my room has to be as dark as possible before I can go to sleep. If I encountered any boogie men, we’d probably end up having a jam session.
The only time the dark kinda freaks me out is during a wicked storm. The kind where the howl of the wind sounds like the malevolent ghost of Hitler shaking my apartment from side to side (I live on the top floor of a building with no basement. More so if it’s a wicked retarded blizzard, cause then you know even if you absolutely HAD to go somewhere, you couldn’t. Bonus points if the power goes out. Those are the times I make sure my guns are all in working order.
I’m not afraid of the dark, but I do find it annoying sometimes. It gets in the way of seeing what I need to see, dammit. Otherwise I find it soothing.
My first complete sentences were about the dark. “It’s dark now. Let’s go home.”
I’m not afraid of the dark, either inside or outdoors. I’m another one who needs total darkness for sleeping. Out-in-the-countryside kind of darkness doesn’t bother me in the least.
However, if it is dark outside and I am inside with the lights on, thereby making the windows mostly reflective, the blinds must be closed. Must. Because otherwise I just know that a face will appear at the window out of the darkness. And yes, the irrational feeling is stronger when the room I’m in is more than one story above the ground.
