Ghosts, You Have Bad Taste
Maybe it's ridiculous, but I feel a little uncomfortable insulting the '70s decor in my old house where the living-challenged previous owners might hear me. This sounds even sillier considering we've had next to no mysterious happenings in our house - other than me forgetting I took my slippers off by the closet instead of beside the bed like I usually do and thinking a ghost moved them; the cats staring into the dining room all the time, transfixed by nothing at all; and this one time outside when I thought I saw the shadow of a man standing behind me.
I've always been obsessed with not offending people. I remember an occasion in elementary school when I was making fun of some commercial on TV, and then I was suddenly gripped with the fear that someone within hearing distance of me had a relative in that commercial and would be deeply wounded by my words.
Naturally, I would continue this tiptoeing behavior into my own ugly kitchen, bathroom, etc. The previous owners - both families - took care of our house, didn't destroy its integrity in any too-awful, irreparable way. So - though our house has a decidely ghost-free feel (we must've had happy, fulfilled POs) - I don't want to offend anyone that might be lurking about. I certainly don't want to turn anyone from a docile ghost-pet into a raging poltergeist. If that's even possible.
But why am I worrying about possible? I'm clearly insane.