Self-discovery is a wonderful thing. It’s probably of my favorite things, because you’re never too old to discover something new about yourself. Think about that for a minute. You know how long you’ve known yourself?! You’ve known yourself longer than you’ve known anyone, and you know yourself better than anyone. Yet, we still somehow seem to surprise ourselves now and then.
Sometimes, it’s a skill we didn’t know we had. Sometimes, it’s something we didn’t know we could learn. But when your name is Kris Fisher, it’s weird stuff. Sometimes scary, but always weird. Here’s your example:
My current life adventure, as you know, has led me to Las Vegas. My family is in the process of moving out here. But, for the meantime, I’m here by myself. This means I have to find temporary places to stay until we find a home that we can all fit in. Airbnb has been awesome. Well, for the most part.
The one I’m currently in has a box spring for a mattress and a reverse-locking bathroom door. Meaning, the damn thing locks and unlocks from the outside. I don’t know why they have a reverse-locking door on the bathroom, but it makes shower time very interesting. And, of course, by “interesting” I mean terrifying. I have already carefully planned how I would kick the door open from the inside of the bathroom, with no room to wind up for a kick strong enough to open the door, which opens to the inside of the bathroom, all while wrapped in a towel. I may or may not have too much time with my own thoughts.
The place in which I stayed before this one was great. I had my own private entrance, and the room was super clean and quiet. I never even met my hosts, which was cool until it started to creep me out. On about night three of my stay, I’m sleeping all cozy in the bed, snuggled up to my Pillow Pet that my youngest son sent to keep me company when all of a sudden I hear “BAM!!”
The very vivid sound of someone violently kicking the door woke me instantly with my heart pounding out of my chest. I waited with my Silly Monkey Pillow Pet clutched in my hands for another sound. But, all I heard was silence.
As I laid there wide awake for the rest of the night, I remembered being woken by similar sounds back home. One time, the wife was awake when it happened. She lovingly asked me “What the hell?!” When I asked if she heard the loud noise, she insisted that she heard nothing. This happened several times on several different nights.
A quick Google search led me to my latest self-discovery: I have Exploding Head Syndrome. Yes, it’s a real thing, look it up. Apparently, a small percentage of the population claim to hear very real, loud, sudden noises in their sleep and are violently woken up by them. Some say they hear a bang, like I hear. Some hear a gunshot. Some have reported that they hear a scream. Thank God that’s not what I heard that night!
So, there it is. Many people take long trips, go through a big life change or shake things up in some other way to discover new things about themselves. If they’re lucky, they’ll discover that they’re more independent and stronger than they once thought. Some discover a new artistic side of themselves. Some discover a new love…possibly the love of their life.
Me? I discover that my head explodes in my sleep.