Knights In Shining Armor
NOTE: I admit, I am a big female sissy! Bwahahahahaha! ^_^
I was home alone last Wednesday evening. Originally, I thought it would be the perfect time to review for my Criminal Law midterms because of the peace and quiet of having the house all to myself. But no thanks to Gus and his scary elevator story, my imagination began working in overdrive… and in no time at all, I managed to scare myself silly inside my own home.
My parents and my brother went to an uncle’s wake and let me just tell you that I’m not that big of a scaredy cat. I love watching Asian horror movies with Gus, and I’m usually the type who’s perfectly content to stay home alone. But somehow that night, even as I tried hard to focus on studying, every other minute or so, I would give a start every sound I heard. Every sound got magnified into something scary and ominous. Each rustling noise had me thinking of burglars or ghosts, I was slowly and illogically driving myself nuts with fright!
I tried to reason with my hyperactive mind that the front door was locked so I’m perfectly safe but then again, my mind screamed back at me, “The gate is not locked you dimwit, what do you mean safe?!” I tried to read, I tried to watch TV, I turned on the radio, I locked myself in my room but it seemed to me that there was something ominous about to happen. I tried talking myself out of this self-inflicted paranoia but unfortunately my mind’s gotten ahead of my sensibilities, it was already imagining all sorts of scenarios, my heart was palpitating and worse, I can hear the music of psycho playing in my head!
I contemplated calling my parents to tell them to come home early but since it was family duty, it seemed trivial of me to demand that they go home immediately to assure my paranoia. I only had one option left or more likely one option with three choices.So swallowing my pride, I desperately sent an SOS text message to three beings whom I fervently hoped were kindhearted and interesting to drive me to distraction. And guess what, all three of them heeded my call. ^_^
Vince my boyfriend was first to heed my call. It was 9:30 in the evening and though he was still hard at work at finishing his program, he texted me and called me at my landline a few minutes later. He told me he was going to put me on speaker phone because he still had to focus on his work and ordered that I immediately inform him if anything alarming would come up.
While we were talking, a text message came through. It was from the Blue Knight . Subsequently, a very good friend of mine, Purple Knight also called up on my cellphone asking if I was okay. It was a very nice gesture at first until that friend began to talk about having been gifted with a similarly overactive imagination and about how it feels to be home alone and what’s inside houses, nearly hysterical I hung up on that friend.
The Blue Knight patiently texted me throughout the night. He made jokes about having a house party since my parents were not around and cautioned me about the unlocked gate. I told him I couldn’t lock it because my parents needed to park the car, he quipped, “cya ako n mgp2sok ng car pgdating ko..kw h mta2kutin k pla..try mo kya manood mg1 ng fengshui o kya sukob..hehe”
Throughout the long night, Vince and the Blue Knight kept me company– in totally different ways. One through speakerphone and the other through patient texting. Silent and unseen, they still both managed to provide the feeling of security I seemed to have misplaced that night.
Blue Knight cappped it all off by making me smile, “ok ms. paranoid, hehe…joke! ingatz lagi pretty…nyt2!”
You know I always thought that it was always up to me to take care of myself until I realized that night that sometimes, it’s okay to be scared as long as you have knights in shining armor to protect you from the real or imagined monsters. And while some people may exclaim, “Dang what a pain in the butt sissy…” I couldn’t care less, beause I got all the validation I need and I bet, just one word from me and these gallant knights will charge to war.
