No, people just either think I'm rude/stuck up or ignore me.
So far my quietness doesn't have anyone thinking I'm going to go out and start murdering people. Rather, my choices of reading sometimes worry my mother. I read about ghosts, and true crime, and abnormal psychology and abuse and whatnot, and she seems to find that unnerving.
Convo we had just the other day when I was in the tub with the curtain drawn and my latest book, House Of Fear
, a haunted house story collection with a suitably creepy cover, was lying on the floor:
My mother: "Why do you read this creepy sh*t?"
Me: "Because I like to?"
Her: "You know it's not real, right?"
Me: "You don't know that for sure. Yeah, THOSE ones aren't real, but you don't know for sure they don't exist."
Me: "I'm not going to go out killing people because I read about haunted houses and stuff, so, you don't have to worry about that."
Her: "And what if I go out killing people?"
Me: "Then that's not my fault."
If I don't reply to you, it's NOTHING PERSONAL. It's my ANXIETY.
(Devetko's boyfriend Stan Brooks & Det. Reichert are horsing around.)
Det. Kristeva: "If it were legal you'd marry me, right?"
Det. Devetko: "Definitely."
"No canoes...no maple sugar...this place is horribly uncivilized."--Manabozho, Escape From Manitou Island
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"Don't overthink the metaphor, Cartwright!"