I find it interesting that we as people find comfort in things that accompany us during hard times. For example, my favorite show has become one that kept me sane on difficult nights, one small thing to look forward to back then. A stuffed animal from an old Disney movie brings a smile to my face, even though I associate it with being sick, since that's when I always watched it.
But why is it that we cling to those things that remind us of hardships rather than things we enjoyed during happy times? You'd think that would be the case. Happy memories and all. Maybe it's the reminder that we made it through that difficult time that brings us joy. I hear the theme song to that show and am instantly transported to early 2011 when I was at my lowest, and yet somehow, it makes me feel better.
Sound is another interesting thing. Memories are very attached to specific sounds, I've learned. The theme song to Cheers will always remind me of late school nights when I should have been in bed. The Monkees song will make me think of summer evenings when I had to come in from the pool so I wouldn't miss the episode. Monkee Mondays they were called, those marathons on Nick at Nite.
Memories are funny. I saw an ashtray at my grandma's house the other day that I hadn't seen in years. For a moment, I was back in her old house like nothing had changed, like over ten years had never passed, all because I recognized the grooves and the color in the glass.
So tell me, do you find comfort in old memories and odd places?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Ghosts and hello
I'm terrible at first posts, so I'll jump right into a topic. You can call me Snowy. (:
So since it's almost Halloween, I figured I'd do a blog thing on ghosts. It's a pretty split topic out there. Myself, I'm not sure where I stand. I'm pretty sure I believe. I've heard and seen things I simply can't explain. Though given, most of what I've seen was out of the corner of my eye. Still, not something I'd like to repeat.
I've always been convinced my sister's house was haunted, or there was at least something very strange about it. The first time I noticed this, I was little, and back then, her husband would be gone a lot during the night. I'd sleep back in the bed with my sis and if he came home, he'd take the couch. I always had a hard time getting to sleep over there, as with any other house I'd stay over at. This night, I tossed and turned a bit, listening to the quiet house, then figured maybe a glass of water would help. I go to get the water and as I'm passing into the kitchen, I see her husband in the living room, watching TV. WTF. The house had been dead silent all night, I did not hear him come in. Their bedroom is only a bathroom away from the room that houses the back door, the only one they use. I've always found it rather mysterious that I didn't hear him come home, change his clothes, and settle down in the living room. Not saying it's paranormal. I simply have no explanation.
Over there, I've also seen shadows dart across the hall, out of the corner of my eye, her daughter's toys would make noise randomly, her clock radio would go off during the day, nowhere near the time it was set to, and I've heard whispers. It's creepy. I hate going there for these reasons.
There's one experience that is quite...well, it stands out. It happened in our house but I wouldn't say our house is haunted, in fact, I don't think it is. So here's the deal. My sister gave me a cute Christmas ornament one year of a spool of thread and two girl mice on it, saying something about sisters. This ornament uses batteries and plays a bit of a tune when turned on. You know those little on/off switches on the bottoms of things, I'm sure. So one night, mom comes down the stairs and brings this ornament to my room, saying it started going off, playing music. She had to root through Christmas boxes to find it and turn it off. Very odd, since this is a month not near Christmas, and these boxes have not been touched lately. My mom thinks it's a bit odd, so she calls my sister to make sure she's alright. Cause heck, it's pretty weird, maybe it was a sign of some sort. My sis is perfectly fine. We go back to bed, nothing unusual.
The next day, my grandma finds out her sister passed away. I can't exactly remember if my grandma was staying that night with us or not. Either way, freaky. Was it her sister saying goodbye? We'll never know, but I'd like to think so. No other explanation. Oh, and her sister did die that night. She'd been out drinking, had a heart attack, and died.
Well, answer in comments, if anyone even reads this. xD Do you believe in ghosts? Have your own experiences? Feel free to share. (:
So since it's almost Halloween, I figured I'd do a blog thing on ghosts. It's a pretty split topic out there. Myself, I'm not sure where I stand. I'm pretty sure I believe. I've heard and seen things I simply can't explain. Though given, most of what I've seen was out of the corner of my eye. Still, not something I'd like to repeat.
I've always been convinced my sister's house was haunted, or there was at least something very strange about it. The first time I noticed this, I was little, and back then, her husband would be gone a lot during the night. I'd sleep back in the bed with my sis and if he came home, he'd take the couch. I always had a hard time getting to sleep over there, as with any other house I'd stay over at. This night, I tossed and turned a bit, listening to the quiet house, then figured maybe a glass of water would help. I go to get the water and as I'm passing into the kitchen, I see her husband in the living room, watching TV. WTF. The house had been dead silent all night, I did not hear him come in. Their bedroom is only a bathroom away from the room that houses the back door, the only one they use. I've always found it rather mysterious that I didn't hear him come home, change his clothes, and settle down in the living room. Not saying it's paranormal. I simply have no explanation.
Over there, I've also seen shadows dart across the hall, out of the corner of my eye, her daughter's toys would make noise randomly, her clock radio would go off during the day, nowhere near the time it was set to, and I've heard whispers. It's creepy. I hate going there for these reasons.
There's one experience that is quite...well, it stands out. It happened in our house but I wouldn't say our house is haunted, in fact, I don't think it is. So here's the deal. My sister gave me a cute Christmas ornament one year of a spool of thread and two girl mice on it, saying something about sisters. This ornament uses batteries and plays a bit of a tune when turned on. You know those little on/off switches on the bottoms of things, I'm sure. So one night, mom comes down the stairs and brings this ornament to my room, saying it started going off, playing music. She had to root through Christmas boxes to find it and turn it off. Very odd, since this is a month not near Christmas, and these boxes have not been touched lately. My mom thinks it's a bit odd, so she calls my sister to make sure she's alright. Cause heck, it's pretty weird, maybe it was a sign of some sort. My sis is perfectly fine. We go back to bed, nothing unusual.
The next day, my grandma finds out her sister passed away. I can't exactly remember if my grandma was staying that night with us or not. Either way, freaky. Was it her sister saying goodbye? We'll never know, but I'd like to think so. No other explanation. Oh, and her sister did die that night. She'd been out drinking, had a heart attack, and died.
Well, answer in comments, if anyone even reads this. xD Do you believe in ghosts? Have your own experiences? Feel free to share. (:
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