Tuesday, September 11, 2007

That Window is Looking at Me

I can see a face in nearly anything.
For example:
I can look at this


And it looks back at me like this:


Okay, I used some artistic license. If my imagination is wacky I might as well have fun with it.
It used to scare me. When I was five I quit ballet lessons because some tiny cracks in the studio wall frightened me- it looked like a monster! I lied and said I didn't want to be a ballerina anymore.

3 comments:

GhostBuild said...

You are definitely not the only one!

Sally said...

but I looked at the photo and didn't see the face! There was a scary article about a USC professor in the L.A. Times last week. She became head of her department while suffering great mental illness her whole life. I only mention it because some of her fears were so wild and visual, like a cartoonist's nightmare.

Namowal said...

Ghostbuild,
Welcome to the club! ;)
Sally,
I probably should have picked a more obvious example. My imagination is so wacky that I could anthropomorphise a fireplug. :)
It would be scary to actually hallucinate stuff or to not be able to tell what was real.
Didn't see the article you mentioned but I did read a biography about someone who suffered schizophrenia. The creepiest part was when she was a kid and she'd see ghosts in her room at night, bugs on her pillow and popeye arms coming out of the wall! Yikes!