It turns out that several members of my family have claimed to have been “visited” by the ghosts of recently deceased family members, to the point where I feel a little left out. (For the record, I am the least “woo”-sensitive person I know, which is why I suspect I am not super good at religion.)
While this was an interesting conversation, I am still a ridiculous and anxious pervert, so as soon as night fell I started to think through the implications and realized that if any deceased family members were to “visit” me at night… they’d most likely find me masturbating. >.>;
On the other hand, I mused, I’ve never heard of someone being visited by a ghost while wanking (even though that would be an amazing Reddit post). This isn’t, of course, definitive proof: it could be that no one wants to admit they had a post-funeral wank to soothe themselves and were visited by a dead relative in the middle of it, because I find it hard to imagine a more uniquely awkward situation. (I also can’t think of any ghost stories where people were visited while on the toilet, even though that’s also a very common activity. Or in the shower. Or while eating a sandwich…)
It may be, I realized around 3 in the morning after trying fruitlessly to read some fanfic, that the deceased have some sort of mechanism to see what people are doing in the living world, and thus are able to pick a good moment, rather than just dropping in at a bad time. Which didn’t exactly make me feel better, as I typically sleep in the nude.
I thought Santa was bad, I concluded, and that was my last thought before sleep took over and my exhausted ass was finally able to pass out for a few hours.
Mom and me had a conversation about the afterlife and ghostly visitations yesterday
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