Doors

Doors are mysterious. You never know what's behind them even if it's a door you know. Is someone hiding behind it? Is there any mail waiting patiently on the floor to be picked up?

If it is a door you haven't open before the mystery is even bigger. What kinds of smells or visual motivations lurk waiting for you? My friend works as a recruiter. She knocks on doors for a living and has many stories to tell. Once she stood in front of a twenty-something year old, recruiting the young fellow while he listened patiently and naked to her speech. It turned out he wasn't interested.

I myself have found surprises behind known and unknown doors. A meat cleaver once came down on me shining on the kitchen light before splitting open my head. I can still remember the warmth of my blood as it came down my face. Doors are mysterious, indeed.

I also like doors because people can't leave them alone. Some reek of urine, while others provide shelter to the homeless. A door can instill fear of what, or who, is inside or it can bring back memories of good old times. I simply think that doors are fun in the way a hunted house or a scary ride is fun.