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The Call of the Void

Photo Credit: Genessa Gutzait · The Sentry

I See You

You know that feeling you get where despite doing something every day, you don’t really pay attention to how natural and routine it is, until you do pay attention, then it feels…weird? Let me give you an example. 

Recently at Campus Village, the elevators to the North wing have been down. Being on the fifth floor of the North wing, I have the option of walking up five flights of stairs or walking around the entire Campus Village complex and then up a flight of stairs since the other wings go up to Floor 4—sometimes I take the latter. 

During those walks, it doesn’t seem like a big deal at first, but then I find myself becoming suddenly weirded out. I can’t put into words exactly the feeling where something so natural as walking turns into the most disturbing act ever performed by man. But it starts with the floors. 

Something about that carpet throws me off. I’m looking at it, and something reminiscent of The Shining pops into my head. 

Looking up again, I shiver at the thought of someone walking behind me, peering around the corners and twists of the hallways or wondering if I turn this corner, will someone be there waiting for me? Just standing there.

Paranoid much? Absolutely. Campus Village is a dorm; of course there’s going to be people wandering the halls! But something about being alone in a place that tries too hard to be something like home is… off-putting. 

But if you think about it, you don’t really know who is watching you and from where. Wherever you go, someone is watching you, that’s just a fact. But whether that be from their car, their apartment window that looks own onto the street, or even from the outdoor picnic table where they’re seated, someone is seeing what you’re doing at that very moment. 

Are you uncomfortable yet?

What I’m trying to say is that our paranoia and anxiety of doing even the most mundane things are valid. Somewhere in the deep part of our consciousness lays hidden fears ready to be discovered. Who knows what might resurface.

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