Scaredy Cat

Dearest blog readers, if you exist, I am a scaredy cat. A few nights ago I heard a tapping in my room and I ran out of it and slept on the couch. After I saw the Happening I wouldn't go outside for three weeks until I was confident enough that the plants would not make me kill myself. So last week, when I was coerced into going to a haunted house with one of my good friends, I thought I would end up either peeing on myself or breaking down and crying in the middle of it. I have never peed on myself, but I fear that I am that kind of girl; the scaredy cat. As the time drew closer to the event I became more scared but by the time I coughed up the $21.80 for my ticket I knew there would be no going back. And dearest blog readers, the line even scared me. With reason, I hope as there was a real cemetery next to the converted mortuary that was the haunted house I was going to, with reason. You know what I did though? I put on my brave face (as seen here) and walked on in:

grr.. I'm brave!

The group before us was a group of about ten teenage boys, all overwhelmingly confident before the doors opened to let us in. of course, they were chivalrous enough to live by the saying "ladies first" and let my friends and I go in before them. Somewhere between my first step into the converted mortuary and the steps to the landing where we would decide whether to enter the left door of doom (where we'd previously seen a man dressed as an evil clown wave at us through a window) and the right door of doom, I summoned up the bravery to be the first person to follow the man dressed as a creepy (butler? Ill never know, but his costume was meant to frighten) to the decision point. As I lead the group of fifteen my bravery rose and my fear was swept away. I felt adventurous as I turned to the right door of doom and continued through the haunted house and amazing because for once and my life, my sense of adventure trumped my fear and I had fun.

*sorry for the rushed end, but class is over*