I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local…

My great-grandmother lived in the same house for over 70 years, from when she got married in 1922 until she had a stroke in the 1999. It was one house over from my grandparents’ house, and I spent most of our visits to see them going from one house to the other.

One of my best friends growing up lived in a house that was deeply haunted. When I would stay over, sometimes we would sleep in her bedroom, and sometimes, we would sleep in the living room. I always preferred sleeping in her bedroom, because when sleeping in the living room, there would always be something that…

This story is not a scary one, but it is a supernatural one.

She also waves/kind of salutes every time she passes another spot in that cemetery. She’s saying hi to her friends “in their airplanes”. There are a lot of WW2 veteran graves in that section. Like I said: not her first time around.

Yes, horse hair in the walls! Parts of the house I grew up in had it too. It was mixed into the plaster to give it structure.

(Trigger warning for self harm)

I rarely tell this story, because people just chalk it up to the weed and wine, but I was pretty clear-headed when it happened. What I saw may not qualify as a ghost, but it was something. Anyhow.

I used to be the caretaker for an apartment block in an old neighbourhood east of the river in my old city. I loved the neighbourhood, even though it was rough and old. The river was literally on our doorstep, and two separate(but equally stupid) families of eagles timeshared a nest right nearby. In short, it was…

When I was a little girl, we lived in a busy little seaport town in New England. Most of the houses in my neighborhood were built in the late 18th and early 19th century and were owned by sea captains and the like. When I was in seventh grade I was friends with the weirdos and we enjoyed doing our own thing, which…

A lot of words to essentially say “why didn’t she speak up then instead of years later claiming to be uncomfortable” which sounds very much like victim shaming.

Being Grimes is exhausting. I know. I was exactly like that when I was 16. She lasted a lot longer than I did! I got tired of trying to force words like "conformity" and "paradigm" into everyday conversation. 

I’m now fully vaccinated.

Darwin pupdate:

What state are you in right now? Emergency housing aid is very much a thing right now, and if you can find the right places you can get almost immediate aide and housing.

My mental health lately has been garbage. Won’t go into details, but there were days when I had to remind myself that I went though something similar before and came out okay, so it was just a matter of taking in deep breaths.

Couple of brewskis oughtta knock that right out.

On the other hand, a privileged white lady yelling at a Black man is a very, very bad look.

I occasionally think of this Bronson Pinchot (Balkie Perfect Stranger) interview, which is very entertaining and candid in general (love his comments on Tom Cruise):