On name change

[afraidofclosets]

Seriously, dude? Dick. Move.

And by the way? Totally misleading. I'm not afraid of them! I'm afraid of what's inside of them.

[Okay except that makes him sound like a 5 year old.]

Ugh, forget it. Ha ha good one. Can I go now?

Comments

[messiahwithagun]

You're afraid of gay people and coats?

[afraidofclosets]

Wow, that is not what I had in mind when I said it was misleading.

To answer your question; no.

[messiahwithagun]

Oh. That's much less interesting, then.

[afraidofclosets]

Well gee, I'm sorry my fear isn't interesting to you.

[messiahwithagun]

Okay, enlighten me. Why closets?

[afraidofclosets]

Monsters.

[messiahwithagun]

But only the ones from closets? Why not the ones under your bed, or in the basement?

[afraidofclosets]

They can't use underneath the bed. I would notice if they burrowed their way into my house through there. And the basement? I don't think they can get through cement.

[messiahwithagun]

But they have to hide in your closet to avoid detection. That makes sense.

[afraidofclosets]

Yeah, exactly. Besides, they can see the whole room from there. Ugh. Creepy.

[thugpuppy]

There's nothing inside of them but clothes.

[afraidofclosets]

Yeah, that's exactly what I used to think too.

[thugpuppy]

So sleep with the door open or put a lock on them.

[afraidofclosets]

Dude, an open door invites them in. Anyway, it's over and done with so it doesn't really matter anymore.

[And yet he's afraid still. But shut up.]

[thugpuppy]

What them?

[afraidofclosets]

You know, [vague hand gesture] monsters.

[thugpuppy]

What are you, 3? There's no monsters in the closets.

[afraidofclosets]

I repeat, that's exactly what I used to think. And then one came sneaking out of my closet in the middle of the night and tried to eat me. Kind of changed my perspective on scary bedtime stories.