When paranoia strikes
Two days ago, which was a Friday, I returned to work, after a long 2 weeks hiatus. Everything was the same, except for the fact that there was and still is a large pile of work, sitting on my desk, screaming for some attention from me… so it’s back to loads and loads of work for me… yippee!!!! I left my workplace early, roughly around 6.30pm as I wanted to follow my dad to the club to go for a swim. The last time that I did actually stepped into the pool was like….almost 6 months ago…so… my stamina… as expected was totally gone….We reached the club at about 7.30pm and I started swimming…I was swimming at the training pool. And I was alone. But I could hear the distant laughter of kids and splashes from the other end of the pool, which is the fun pool. Anyway, after swimming for about 45 minutes… it was already pretty dark…. And I couldn’t hear the sounds of laughter anymore…. The night was as silent as the graveyard. And just as I was warming up and enjoying the swim, out of a sudden the spotlights were turned off!!!! The only lights remaining were the small tiny lights under the pool…It totally caught me off guard… but I continued swimming anyway….. but after around 5 minutes… the silent-ness was getting too eerie and spooky plus it was kinda dark to the extent that I couldn’t even see the other end of the pool…..so…. paranoia sets in…. I started freaking myself out… all thanks to my vivid imaginations.. which of course was due to the fact that I had read too many horror books and watched too many horror movies… then out of the blue, Out of sheer panic…. I quickly scrambled out of the pool…. Heehhehe…..my imagination was seriously running wild man…. I was like imagining… zombies or ghosts at the bottom of the pool or expecting some “people” swimming alongside with me… or imagining that some “people” would be at the end of the pool waiting for me”…I know that it was silly of me to be thinking of such stuff…….. but I just couldn’t help it man… I just couldn’t explain the sudden fear that had washed over me…. that night. See….I’m damn paranoid right?……. If anything…. Or anyone really did stand by the pool or suddenly swam beside me.. or anyone started calling out my name…. or whatsoever….i swear I’ll be hysterical… I was that frightened man….. silly me….
this reminds me of the days when I was back in secondary school….. when I trained in the municipal pool, there was an incident where a young malay boy drowned at the deep end of the pool. So whenever…. I swam around that area…. I always felt some sort of strange chill and I would normally…. prefer to shut my eyes when I was around the deep end…. Or just simply looked straight ahead rather then the supposed downward look… …. I’m a very, very paranoid person…. which clearly explains….. my abstinence from hospital toilets..and I would simply freak out at the idea of riding on an elevator alone….. but, if, I’m left with no choice….then.. I would just look at my feet till the elevator reached my intended floor as I dread looking at those reflective elevator doors…… afraid to see something behind me ….occasionally…. I might even utter a small prayer or two…. Hahaa…. Which reminds me of the trips to my primary and secondary school toilets… those washrooms have a sort of eerie feeling.. don’t you think?….. or is it just me?? hahaha …And whenever I made those trips, I would “ withdraw” my crucifix…. Muaahaah.. no joke man….. alright enough of my paranoia….
Anyway, my parents bought two guitars for me and my brothers… The very first guitar that we had, which was a few years ago, was long broken… it was kinda funny as before we could even play a complete song, excluding “mary had a little lamb”, which was the only song that we could play… pathetic eyy..…, the guitar broke into 2 pieces…. It broke in a very rocker sort of way too!!!!! Ahahahaha….So, it’s time to learn how to play the guitar again….
O, by the way, tomorrow, I don’t have to report for work because my company has declared a shut down tomorrow as well as the coming Friday. How great is that??
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