Asking Who's There?

I never understood the people they show in movies who wake up deep in the night, find their way to the bathroom, hear a noise and go: who’s there?

Do they really want to hear back: Oh, it’s the serial killer you’ve been reading about. You’re tomorrow’s headline.

Let’s face it, either it's friend or foe. If it’s friend, they’ll kindly let you know by gently touching you or whatever. If it’s not, why do you want to now.

As far as I‘m concerned, walk up behind me wth a centuries-old Japanese Samara sword as I‘m stumbling my way to the bathroom and just lop off my head. The beauty of this is all thoughts of being mad at having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night will have vanished.

The lesson here? What you don't know can’t hurt you. It can kill you, but it can’t hurt you.