I hate scary movies. Really, honestly hate them. And haunted houses. Or haunted hay-rides, or really anything with “haunted” in the name. I do not like to be scared, even if I know it is all make-believe. Fear is just…scary!
It is not always even outside scary forces that make my heart race and palms sweaty. Sometimes it is my own thoughts that end up scaring me. For example, at church on Sundays we drop the munchkin off at his class, and are given a number that flashes on the screen in the service if he needs us. Whenever a number comes up in the service, I always think they mistyped it, and really it is us they are trying to contact. For example, our number is 6734 and sometimes 6834, or 7734, or 6733 come up on the screen. And then I work myself into a scared fit, convinced that the munchkin is in trouble, and I am not coming to him because the number is wrong.
Sometimes it is not even close to our number, yet my brain makes me freak out with fear that I am somehow missing out on my responsibility. The number could be 5487 and my fear convinces me that the childcare worker is dyslexic and has poor depth perception, and really meant to type 6734 and summon us.
I know I have a problem. I’m working on it.
Sometimes the hubs’ sleep talking scares me. I really only get truly frightened when he sits up or tries to get out of bed in his sleep. I worry that in his asleep state he will hurt himself or me.
This happened most recently a few weeks ago: I woke up to the hubs sitting up in bed, completely still. I asked if he was alright, scared he would try to get out of bed. He did not say anything, sat there for another minute, then rolled over as if nothing happened. It was a scary moment for the awake member of the family.
Just last week, though, the hubs was the one who was scared in his sleep. I woke up to him throwing his arms around wildly.
Me: What is it?
Hubs: There’s a bug!
Me, sort of concerned maybe there really was a bug: Really?!
Hubs, with more thrashing around: It’s a bug!
Me, realizing he was asleep: Yeah, well just get rid of it.
Hubs: Hate it. Hate that.
Me: Ok, me too.
Hubs: Bug. Gross.
He was quiet after that. I hope his experience with the bug in his sleep was not too frightening, because I know how awful it is to be scared!