It’s spring here, which means all the little birdies leaving their nests…
… and discovering the big window in my lounge.
That ‘thud’ just makes me feel ill, even though most of them fly off unharmed. It’s a combination of the fright I get at the sudden noise and the knowledge that most =/= all.
The wind causing branches to move just enough to scrape against a window.
The wardrobe door in our bedroom being left just slightly open so I can see the dark line of the opening from the corner of my eye when I’m reading. I swear the gap slowly gets wider.
That used to freak me out a bit, until I realised that squirmy little kids in strollers/prams are likely to kick shoes off at random, and mum won’t notice it until much too late to backtrack and find it again. So now I just giggle at the image of a triumphant toddler going “Now I am free of one of these horrendous foot-binding devices, soon I shall have my freedom from this buggy of doom!”
Parents who call each other “Mommy” and “Daddy” or whatever variation…
Worse. Pet owners that do the same.
Being alone in a large retail area creeps me out for some reason.
On the weekend I was at the downtown Macy’s and took an escalator to one of the floors. Not a soul in sight. No music playing either. Total deadsville. All I could hear was my footsteps and the flouresent lighting buzzing.
I’ve had the same experience at a jumbo furniture store. Went by myself into one of their backroom clearance warehouses and wandered pretty far in until I realized I was the only one there. Just creepy feeling.
Wet food is the WORST! Ugh!
Maybe this will help then–it’s not cognitive disonance. God made man and thus was ultimately responsible for the contrails.
Guilty. When talking to a pet, I refer to DH as “Dad”, but would never address him directly that way.
This. Or when they just stare, but don’t growl, off into the distance, like down the hallway. Are they watching something I can’t see?
Not limited to religion and nothing to do with a god. Lisa is a nature photographer, and somehow disconnected the fact that the ugly, crisscrossing lines of vapor and exhaust penetrating wispy, amorphous clouds were neither natural or befitting praise. She looked up, saw an object to focus on, and proclaimed it not only beautiful, but blessed. I feel the same about landscape photos interrupted by powerlines, litter, etc. How do we become blind to the obvious? Similar to a woman sporting heavy makeup criticizing a friend’s garish, fake nails. Or people who make pat, robotic statements or blind claims based on repeating some rhetoric they’ve heard.
It creeps me out because I wonder what sort of brainwashing or subliminal suggestion prevents people from seeing the obvious. Stepford wife-ish. Those conflicting ideas are like germs; tiny bytes of conspiracy to keep us from reality and truth. How do they get in, and what makes them stick?
Open closet doors at night. It’s dark in the bedroom, and even darker in there…
Walking out of the darkness towards a lit doorway; coming up from the basement, for instance.
Cirque de Solei (sp?) is creepy… very creepy
Seeing someone eat hard boiled eggs
Seeing someone eat shellfish
Seeing someone kiss a dog’s mouth
10/10
That’s when the mannequins hunt.
Public toilet seats that are still warm.
Child’s toy laying abandoned in highly-trafficked area. (like the shoe above, my mind ALWAYS retcons an abduction).
A table set for dinner with nobody in the room.
People sampling food with their fingers on way back from buffet to table.
Babies in church that stare silently at you over their parents’ shoulders.
Hairs in a book from the library.
Ads that stalk me around the internet after I’ve window-shopped for shoes or clothes. I keep seeing the same pair of shoes or dress for weeks after I’ve casually browsed around.
I find it creepy to be alone in a mall (like if you’ve gone to see a movie at the malltiplex and it lets out after the stores have closed. The muzak is still playing but the stores are all shuttered and there aren’t any people at all…I played way too much “Dead Rising” a few years ago, and I now expect zombies to start coming out of side hallways any minute…
That feeling you only get at night, when you KNOW if you look at a window, there will be a face on the other side looking in at you.