I’m not intimidated by thunderstorms…as a child I was told that this ruction resulted from a clash between God and Satan. And after you’ve heard mortals battling in the room next to yours, this becomes tolerable.
I’m not afraid of the dark…I expect that the commotion above – like any other commotion – will knock a few lights out, leaving my world pitch black.
But it’s the company I’d rather do without. You see, they choose their moment of visitation well. When my TV faces me with a blank, useless stare, my laptop’s life is perched on the red crescent on the top of the screen, and my Blackberry gives me that blinking red evil eye, I’m forced to entertain those random thoughts, those nagging thoughts, those all consuming thoughts.