Despite being a huge horror fan, I’m still a little afraid of the dark. Despite knowing I’m afraid of the dark, I will stay up late watching horror movies and shows.
The first girl I was ever actually interested in was named Cassie. She had brown hair that she bleached streaks into and a bitchin’ spider tattoo. She knew I was into her, too, but I was too chickenshit to do anything about it. I was sixteen. If I could do it all over again I would’ve taken her up on her offer when she asked me if I’d ever kissed a girl. She was a bad girl, too. Sometimes I wonder what she’s up to now and if she’s doing okay.
I’m terrified of both space and the ocean but I’m a little obsessed with both. There’s just something about vast open spaces that don’t care about the existence of humanity, that have been here long before and will be long after us that I find both terrifying and comforting.
I started watching Supernatural when my father was in an accident and had to spend months in the hospital. It was the best way for me to escape the reality I was stuck in and it helped immensely.
When I was four I was given a baby doll for my birthday. He was my favorite toy for as long as I can remember and I played with him constantly. I made clothes for him and everything. The strange thing about this doll was that I named him Philo Klem. I’m not kidding. I have no idea where I got that name or why I gave him that name, but that was his name. And no one ever tried to get me to name that doll something sensible, either. He was just my baby, Philo.
During my senior year of high school, my AP English teacher was out for the entire year with health issues. As a result, we had a steady sub who wasn’t qualified to actually teach but was a super nice guy. He was the girl’s tennis coach and we called him Coach Pirate because he had an eye patch and a really long beard he actually braided. Three years later I met him again in college in a class on early Christianity. He was getting his degree so he could teach history.
When I was in first grade I broke my right arm (doing one of the aforementioned dumb things that I didn’t understand could hurt me). As a result, I learned spelling and handwriting with my left hand first. I’m more or less functionally ambidextrous and I do still switch hands occasionally when texting, eating, or writing.
I was a strange child who had trouble understanding that if I did things that could hurt me, I would get hurt. I once cut my upper lip in half with a pair of scissors because I wanted to see what would happen.
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