Super Freak, Part 2

Y’all had so many great responses to my She’s A Super Freak post that I had to write a follow up! Y’all made me think of a million other ways I wave my freak flag.

I have to have the lights on when it is dark, or even during the day if it is gloomy. I’m talking lights so glaringly bright they hurt your eyes. Even when we’re watching television or a movie, I want to have the lights on.

However, I cannot have even the slightest hint of light when I’m trying to go to sleep.

I’ve spent a lot of my married life alone – because of deployments, Jason’s work schedule, duty days, etc. I don’t sleep well nights I am alone. Normally Jason and I sleep with a fan on as white noise, but when he is gone I can’t have any noise at all. I want to hear the killer approaching me. Since we moved into our new home, I insist on closing & locking both baby gates. I can barely get those suckers open, so I know the psycho killer will have trouble. I figure by the time they figure it out, I’ll have snuck up behind them and worked my sweet ninja moves on their unsuspecting ass.

When I drive at night alone, I am super paranoid about checking the backseat. I have this terrible fear I will be driving along, singing at the top of my lungs, and someone will pop up in my rearview mirror. Once when I was in high school, I was driving home at midnight from a babysitting job. I swear the entire time I drove home I felt like someone was in the backseat. The funny thing is that I refused to look! My thought process is that if I looked, the killer would be forced to kill me. If I didn’t, I could conceivably get a pass somehow.

I’m strange.

None of the picture frames in my house have pictures in them. I always mean to get some printed off, but yet all my frames still have the generic laughing couple in them. I claim it is me…. 50 pounds lighter.

I drive Jason crazy with how organized I insist the DVR be. Once a show is watched, it absolutely has to be deleted. I’m the same way about my email inbox. Once the email is read, its gots to go. I won’t save voicemails for the same reason.

I like to call myself an unclean clean freak. Here’s how it works: I will work my fingers to the bone cleaning my house. I can’t just “pick up” the house. I have to deep clean every single time I clean. I work myself so hard that I obsess about it getting dirty. I will literally walk through the house and pick up each individual speck of dirt on the floor. However, Hurricane Cooper will eventually roll through, and I get so upset about the mess that I say to myself “forget this!” and let it all go until it bothers me enough to deep clean again.

It’s a vicious cycle. I wish I could learn the art of just simply cleaning a little each day.

When I was in graduate school, I had a phobia about driving over bridges. I had to cross the Cooper River bridge to get to Mt. Pleasant, and that was a drive I made several times a week. I developed this elaborate plan of what I would do if I ever went off the side of the bridge. The plan was completely unrealistic (i.e. roll down my window and jump out at the halfway point) but I found it very reassuring to think these things through. Years later, I lie awake some nights and plan how I would react should a zombie attack break out.

It could happen. Haven’t you seen I Am Legend? Doubters, don’t come running to me when a zombie tries to eat your brain.

(Hint: my plan involves pretending to be a zombie until I can escape the zombie crowd. They don’t eat their own.)

This weekend I was watching The Strangers (which freaks me out big time. I watch because I love Scott Speedman (Felicity!) but seriously, this movie is mega scary.). If you haven’t seen it, it is about a couple who goes to a remote cabin in the woods and gets terrorized by strangers. They are stalked, tortured, and killed. Y’all… this is my worst nightmare. Have y’all seen The Last House On The Left?

I.would.die.

Anywho. I’ve gotten a bit off tangent. Tell me -

Can you relate? What are you freaky about?