A short story to illustrate the point I am going to make:
The LGBT youth group that I help run meets in the basement of a local church. Sometimes there are many other groups meeting at the same time (say, the budget committee, a drum circle, a choir, who the hell knows what). Sometimes we are the only group there.
After the last meeting, there was no one left in the church. My fellow adult and I turned off all the lights, locked up, and waited on the steps with the last few straggling kids until their parents came to pick them up. We stood around talking for a few minutes, alone in the parking lot.
And then we heard this loud-ass rustling in the nearby woods. Guess what we did?
We turned to look in the direction of the noise, said 'let's get the fuck out of here,' got in our respective cars and hit the fucking gas. Pretty sure I left tire tread marks on the driveway.
You know what I did NOT do? 1) Go closer to check out the noise, 2) Stand there like an idiot while saying 'that sounded scary, I think I'll stand here for awhile longer to give the HORRIBLE MONSTER time to come get me,' 3) Any variety of horror movie trope wherein one or both of us removed our shirts and commenced making out instead of either investigating the noise or getting the hell out of Dodge. NO. WE GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE BECAUSE THERE WAS A SCARY-ASS NOISE THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY MADE BY A MAN-EATING SQUIRREL OF UNUSUAL SIZE AND THERE WAS NO WAY WE WANTED TO MEET THAT FACE TO FACE.
So, on the basis of this real-world test of wills/logic, I'd have to say I'D GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE AND NEVER RETURN. I MEAN, CALL ME SILLY, BUT I WOULD NOT HIDE THE EVIDENCE OF THE MONSTER WOUNDS SO IT COULD COME BACK AND HURT ME SOME MORE. I'M JUST SAYING.
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Date: 2010-11-20 12:56 am (UTC)The LGBT youth group that I help run meets in the basement of a local church. Sometimes there are many other groups meeting at the same time (say, the budget committee, a drum circle, a choir, who the hell knows what). Sometimes we are the only group there.
After the last meeting, there was no one left in the church. My fellow adult and I turned off all the lights, locked up, and waited on the steps with the last few straggling kids until their parents came to pick them up. We stood around talking for a few minutes, alone in the parking lot.
And then we heard this loud-ass rustling in the nearby woods. Guess what we did?
We turned to look in the direction of the noise, said 'let's get the fuck out of here,' got in our respective cars and hit the fucking gas. Pretty sure I left tire tread marks on the driveway.
You know what I did NOT do? 1) Go closer to check out the noise, 2) Stand there like an idiot while saying 'that sounded scary, I think I'll stand here for awhile longer to give the HORRIBLE MONSTER time to come get me,' 3) Any variety of horror movie trope wherein one or both of us removed our shirts and commenced making out instead of either investigating the noise or getting the hell out of Dodge. NO. WE GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE BECAUSE THERE WAS A SCARY-ASS NOISE THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY MADE BY A MAN-EATING SQUIRREL OF UNUSUAL SIZE AND THERE WAS NO WAY WE WANTED TO MEET THAT FACE TO FACE.
So, on the basis of this real-world test of wills/logic, I'd have to say I'D GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE AND NEVER RETURN. I MEAN, CALL ME SILLY, BUT I WOULD NOT HIDE THE EVIDENCE OF THE MONSTER WOUNDS SO IT COULD COME BACK AND HURT ME SOME MORE. I'M JUST SAYING.