My Thoughts on Aliens
Lindsey posted this on her blog yesterday:
Last night, I woke up VERY scared. I thought I heard our front door slam. I made Blake check on Sadie and walk through the place to make sure no one was there. I had a hard time calming down and ended up staying as still as I could in bed for about 2 hours. Why do I think that by keeping still the burglar isn't going to get me? What, do I think he isn't going to see me? Funny.
"That is funny," I thought. And I have the perfect story to illustrate it.
When I was younger (and even still), I was terrified of aliens. So I would cover my entire body with my blanket. I practically suffocated myself nearly 10 times each night. I would be all hot, too, because I would cover myself up with a heavy blanket in summertime as well as winter.
But the important thing was that aliens WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SEE ME if I was covered up with a blanket! :)
posted by Sara @ 8:32 AM
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In case that makes anyone feel better: When I'm alone at home in my hostfamily's rather big house and I hear a weird/loud/close noise I do exactly the same thing, I don't move. Sometimes I get my cell phone in my hand under the covers and lie still. I think that has something to do with wanting to hear any other noises, too. Anyway, I think it's pretty normal. And still funny ;o)
Yeah, I did the same thing too. I would lie still underneath the blankets, hoping they would find my brother first. Then I would get a really guilty concious about wanting him taken for abducted first. When I am home alone now, I still do the whole not miving thing...it's so funny, I thought I was the only one!
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I also hoped the aliens would take Lexi first. I feel really guilty, and I'm sorry Lexi. But when it comes right down to it, I knew that if either of us could survive an abduction, it would be you. :)
Man, I was never scared of aliens. But I was always a really scared kid. I was, umm, scared of death. (My great-grandmother died when I was five, and it kind of messed up my head for a while. Who am I kidding? It messed up my head for good.)
When I was little my family knew the lady that was Miss Georgia. (This will amuse y'all.) So I had an autographed, framed headshot of her in my room. But every night I was so convinced that she was staring at me. I did the whole not-moving thing then.
But now I just grab the closest solid object and turn on every light in the house. Guess I'm braver than you wimps. :)
Well I hoped they would take you first too! A while ago, for some reason, I became proactive in my fearful state. I got out of bed one night because I thought I heard something and actually went searching for where the noise came from. I used to not move, be still, but I guess I'm growing up. I'm also no longer grossed out by killing cockroaches. Maybe those are the two signs of maturing -- not being scared to get out of bed when you hear something at night and being able to kill mammoth-sized bugs. Oh, and loving people is another sign.
Yeah. Or maybe those are both consequences of living in NYC.
Either way, I'm glad we all survived without being probed by aliens.
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