I find that, as I get older, and especially once I became a mom, my tolerance for scary media has plummeted.
I’m more anxious, the world is a scarier place, and momma needs her some sleep.
And yet.
Enter Stranger Things, that one Netflix show all the kids are talking about. I’m only 4 episodes in, and already I’m scared out of my mind.
About a week ago, a light in our kitchen started flickering from time to time. That didn’t bother me until we started Stranger Thinging it. CHANGE IT. CHANGE IT YESTERDAY.
Oh , and thanks a lot for ruining Christmas lights for me. Jesus H Christ.
I’ll leave you with this haiku expressing my random thoughts on the matter:
Eighties nostalgia/
I can’t take the creepiness/
Quitter I am not.
NaBloPoMo Day 5
Psychobabble 