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“Dance til’ ur ded”

I met my husband, ya’ll. Yes, he smells like cocoa butter. Yes, his hugs are warm and inviting.

When we first made eye contact across the room, he beckoned me with open arms, asking how I was doing. I confessed that I was a bit tired and a little sleepy seeing as though I was the first one there(the meet and greet didn’t start until 1pm however my dumbass decided to show up at 10am). I asked him how he was doing and he told me that he was ‘feeling much better now that you’re here’ as he pulled me into a bear hug *screams internally*

Ya’ll, he was so tall that I had to crane my neck all the way back to meet his eyes. I called him gorgeous and he called me beautiful. We took a few pictures before he sent me on my way with a loving bear hug and a deep vibration in his chest as he thanked me for my support.

He may not be the king of Wakanda; but he is the king of my heart. I love you, kumkani.

he got the CO detector out, saw that it was in dangerous levels (there was a problem with an underground parkade in his building, iirc), calmly went “shit”, and went to the hospital. If he didn’t get that advice, he would most likely be dead now.

The best part? He didn’t get a webcam app or anything. He just made a folder, called it Webcam, and called it a night in his carbon monoxide induced delirium.

In the story of that historical incident, the 1921 “Mrs. H” account, they experienced many of what we think of as the really classic signs of a haunting. Aside from moving into a run down, semi-creepy house – that’s how these stories always start, right? – they experienced things like mysterious noises as if someone was violently rearranging the furniture in the middle of the night. They heard voices, felt as if they were being watched or followed, heard tapping in the walls. And it was as if there were ghosts acting on them physically: shaking the bed, holding them down, yanking away the sheets. “Mrs. H” sees ghostly figures sitting at the foot of her bed, and describes them in detail. And it all turns out to be a carbon monoxide leak: the furnace is fixed, and the haunting immediately comes to an end.

What’s scariest about carbon monoxide IMO, and what’s really illustrated by that reddit story, is how quickly and thoroughly carbon monoxide poisoning can just disconnect you from reality. You think you’re taking appropriate action and thinking clearly and remaining essentially yourself, while half of what you’re doing, pretty much all of what you’re experiencing, turns out to be sheer hallucination. It has to seem so real on every level, but none of it is. It’s scary to think how easily our entire perception of the world can just be wrong, and we have absolutely no concept of it.