oh that's the basement...THE BASEMENT!

So I always knew that what I watched impacted me but for some reason reality likes to keep throwing this in my face showing me that I cannot not be affected by my entertainment choices. I love scary movies, but I have the imagination of a 8 year old therefore the movie never really ends for me, it just keeps going in my mind and gives me rushes of panic. Well lately i have been on a criminal minds BINGE! I love that show(especially Reed and his little satchel) I used to like CSI Las Vegas cause let's face it the rest are baby kisser compared to that(if you do not know what baby kisser is then we have not spent enough time together), but after a while CSI no longer produced the gripping elements I needed in an hour sitcom, and some man who actually worked as a Crime Scene analyst ruined the show for me and I am all about accuracy so I could not view it the same anymore. So you could say Criminal minds became my new CSI. Now for all of you newbs Criminal Minds almost always contains a sadistic serial killer, therefore the plot is intense and crucial. And until today I felt confident to avoid any attack coming from a serial killer of that degree, but it all came crashing down on me.
We went to go look at some townhomes but the Realtor(John) did not show due to a situation with his dog, and in the trauma he was facing because of his animal he finally gave us the truth that we most likely would not be able to live there. Great news to get after you reschedule ALL your meetings and almost die coming down the hill which is now all MUD! So we take the initiative to not go back without seeing some type of townhome, so we drive to another location that is head up by a guy named Bruce.
We park in front of the one that has the for rent sign and call the number, a women answers and tells us that we can just go in it is unlocked...problem why are people just leaving things unlocked? But it is not this one that is unlocked we come to find out as I try to force myself in, but another so we drive there. The door is unlocked as stated and it just seems a little sketch, but we did not come all this way for nothing. We go in and Abby is just calmly looking around, but my mind which is now ruined by way too many shows and movies based off of crime, serial killers, and murder, cannot stop wandering so I am moving swiftly trying to see it all quickly and get out of there. So I make it to the kitchen and it is nice and I notice there is a room behind the kitchen I walk into it, and see another doorway. I inch closer and at first I am excited, like Abby look it has a basement...then reality hits me and this once cool thing now is staring me in the face and its all cement walls and stairs and lack of lighting is no longer creating happy emotions. I try to tough it out and inch closer9 I have no idea why I NEVER handled basements well even as a child ask anyone)...so bad idea because now I am In my own criminal minds episode and so I start to run, and as Abby put it in a flight or fight instance I FLIGHT! the only thing that stops me is the wall in the living room and Abby's arm, which I am now clinging to. But i realize that I am being ridiculous and I need to calm down so I suggest going upstairs. So we start to walk over to them and the alarm starts to beep again and I freeze then without skipping a beat my hand becomes a gun and I climb the stairs sniper style with my back constantly on the wall(proving that suspense movies have not added to my "rational" mind in a good way either) I kick the doors open because for some reason I felt I needed to and I went around making sure they were clear and then informing Abby. Some might ask why I did this? and I respond I have no idea! I am just all sorts of ridiculous. So then we get back in the car and call the women back and find out that this is the only one that has a basement, so we do not need to even think/worry about that...great I am glad about that! So yeah overall this just proves that I should not be left alone for too long cause who knows what would have happened if Abby was not there, I probably should not have watched that much crime TV, and I still need supervision. So to all those in the Lynchburg area who are not wanting to rent me an apartment because I want three other roommates it is not because I want to start a brothel(which by definition is 5 or more women living together, or the Timberridge appts. which I think has that going on as a side business)and it is not because I am a lesbian, it is purely because I cannot handle life alone, I might die(a bit dramatic but what part of my life isn't) so yeah...basements equals the opening of a can of worms that no one is prepared to deal with!