House Party 2: The Pajama Jam

My home was my sanctuary. Within these walls I could be myself, I didn't have to look calm in front of strangers. Yet the reality of never leaving is boredom and apprehension. Every day I watched a little bit of my life slip away, knowing all the time that I was young and that I should be out there. I had to rejoin this world but I had no idea how.

About 3 years ago I woke up late for work. Instead of getting dressed, calling in and heading off, I found myself unable to phone. I felt....odd. I figured ok, I'll take a sick day. Too sick to phone. I poked around on the internet for a while. I got dressed and went out the door to go get a coffee, got to the door and realized something was wrong. I felt like something really bad was about to happen. I was sweating, and in a panic. My heart was pounding as if I had just been in a fight and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

House Party

The party is happening right here! 24-7, there's no need to leave when there's nothing outside. Remember the days when you could come and go as you please? Kiss it goodbye. Everything you could ever want is simply a double click away from reality. Kick back and melt to the soothing sounds of your new exxxistence!

It's safer in here (best of Jan. 09 pt. 2)

I got the fear when I was 43 years old. I am now 34 years old. It came on very slowly one night when I came home late from an office party. I went inside my house and was attacked, everything in the house flew off the shelves and the windows broke. I think. I had counseling but it didn't make any difference. After that I never left home again. Then I was told to try hypnotherapy which I did. I decided not to. Gradually, I was able to go out but not on my own. I still have to have someone with me. The worst is going back in. I would rather just be somewhere and stay there.

Being able to go into a shop, being able to visit a family and to do things I thought I would never do again, I have to keep on going out and not fall back to how I was. When I go to the door I just say to myself nothing is going to hurt me and keep saying that to myself when I am actually outside. One night I said this and the door knob started turning and I screamed for three hours straight. My neighbor Kathy heard me and called the police. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, the gardner "Pedro" had forgot his keys and was trying to get into the house to reclaim them. He ran when he heard me scream but came back later and explained everything.

Things get better every day seeing that I was a prisoner for six years, things can only get better as time goes on. Right?

Party Time In Hell

There are times where Eddie finds himself at a party and he wonders what the hell is going on. The floors seems to be built on an incline, the walls are shaped at an angle, the colors are off and babies are everywhere - babies who need their damned diapers changed! It's ugly in a special way when the party gets out of hand and Eddie's dinner suit gets a spot of gravy on it. It's ugly when people start to open up and let their true selves out. Have you ever noticed how genuinely hideous people are once the veil of social nicety is rended? Eddie has. Eddie notices it every day. Why won't those damned girls stop talking???

It's safer in here

I got the fear when I was 43 years old. I am now 34 years old. It came on very slowly one night when I came home late from an office party. I went inside my house and was attacked, everything in the house flew off the shelves and the windows broke. I think. I had counseling but it didn't make any difference. After that I never left home again. Then I was told to try hypnotherapy which I did. I decided not to. Gradually, I was able to go out but not on my own. I still have to have someone with me. The worst is going back in. I would rather just be somewhere and stay there.

Being able to go into a shop, being able to visit a family and to do things I thought I would never do again, I have to keep on going out and not fall back to how I was. When I go to the door I just say to myself nothing is going to hurt me and keep saying that to myself when I am actually outside. One night I said this and the door knob started turning and I screamed for three hours straight. My neighbor Kathy heard me and called the police. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, the gardner "Pedro" had forgot his keys and was trying to get into the house to reclaim them. He ran when he heard me scream but came back later and explained everything.

Things get better every day seeing that I was a prisoner for six years, things can only get better as time goes on. Right?

PARYT!

THIS ONE IS FOR A FAN!!!

Get out of my house!!

Sometimes it can be difficult to tell when a frenid has overstayed their welcome. If this should be the case your best bet iss alwyas murder. There is nothing worse than an overbearding goff.