This has to do with where your imagination can go if you think too much and are a fan of television programs like Criminal Minds.
A couple of years ago I lived in a second floor apartment, with a door at ground level, at the bottom of a staircase. There was a totally useless peephole in the door, could not see a darn thing through it. So,.... one day my doorbell rang. I am not normally one to even answer the door. If I don't know you are coming over, well, to be blunt, if you can't call ahead don't bother to ring my doorbell. I am either not home or not dressed for company or even door answering for that matter. But I digress,...
My doorbell rang. I was still wearing my work clothing. I opened the door to see who it was. There, on my doorstep, was a man with long windblown hair, bearded, blue jeans, t-shirt,... anyway, he was holding a note in his hand, showing it to me. The note read, "My name is Mike. I live in the apartment below yours. I am deaf. I want you to know that I have device that allows me to watch television and "feel" the sound. It may be very loud, so here is my phone number, so that you can text me if the loud noise is bothering you." Ok. I spoke slowly and looked directly at him, and said, "ok. thank you." He said, "ok." in the guttural tones of a deaf person and turned to go. Ok, whatever, I am good with this.
until......
I start thinking about this, in a Criminal Minds kind of way.....
Maybe this stranger really does not live in the apartment below mine. Maybe he is some kind of serial killer, and he is trying to be certain that I am a woman, living alone in this apartment, and that I will just open my door any time the doorbell rings.
Oh no!! He's staking out the complex and choosing victims! It's right out of an episode of Criminal Minds,...or maybe it was CSI, or Law & Order,....
I just opened my door, like some kind of idiot just asking to be a victim! The kind of people I yell at in the television programs!
This scraggly looking guy is going to stake out the building now, and watch for me to come home and ring my doorbell!! Is he a rapist, or an ax-murderer? a cannibal? (fava beans and chianti.....)
Yes, my imagination can go wild.... apparently that is called 'writer's brain'.
