I think i’m going crazy.
When I was young, I had this weird thing where I HAD to sleep with blankets covering my neck. I couldn’t even get comfortable if my neck was exposed. I blame this on early viewings of Robocop. While I don’t remember the movie much (as it traumatized very little me), I do recall a scene where someone was stabbed in the neck with a syringe. Of course, this memory could prove to be false, but I’m holding onto it. Anyway, I figured blankets would stop a would-be drug injector from getting to me. Behold the power of blankets!
Around college, I grew this weird aversion to anything touching my neck. Anything. At. All. Goodbye drug blockers, blankets couldn’t go up there. Neither could turtlenecks. I was extremely ticklish, but that wasn’t even it. I just didn’t like things touching me.
So of course over time, sleeping got a bit harder. I had to ensure my hair was pulled back before bed. Shirts had to be loose. Weird, right? But if I abided by these new rules, I slept fine.
That is, until this week. Now, shirts have become a problem. I can wear a tank top fine, but a t-shirt? Oh no. I wake up with my hands literally grabbing at the neck of my shirt, pulling it down. It’s weird. And kind of frightening. I can’t fall asleep if the t-shirt is anywhere near my neck. So, back to tank tops despite the colder weather.
So, please, do tell – I’m going crazy, aren’t I?