I'm not one to fall in for ghosts, because there's no proof, and if we're going on belief, I'd rather not believe that what remains of my loved ones is wandering around areas they used to hang out, unable to interact with anything.
I've given some thought to the "ghosts" phenomena and I did come up with this alternate theory, for those who just have to believe in something. Preface with a short story.
I used to live in Annapolis, Maryland, where there was very little to do after midnight. As a result, I spent much of my time in diners, most notably Denny's on West Street. We were the Dennyzens (ha ha!) and there were maybe thirty of us in total, though usually only about 15 together at once. I went a lot, because as said, I didn't have anything else to do.
After a few years, I moved to New York. A few months later, I came back to visit. People in Denny's commented that I hadn't been coming "as much". When I asked about the "as much", they said they had seen me here and there, but never at their table, and not with any regularity.
I choose to believe that they saw someone who looked like me and assumed it was me, but as a possible "ghost" explanation, I think I can buy that we leave impressions on the places we touch, and those places can sometimes keep "memories", rather than believing that the soul of my dead grandmother is wandering around her house at night, occasionally banging into things. That'd be a horrible afterlife.
So no. No ghosts.
- J
I've given some thought to the "ghosts" phenomena and I did come up with this alternate theory, for those who just have to believe in something. Preface with a short story.
I used to live in Annapolis, Maryland, where there was very little to do after midnight. As a result, I spent much of my time in diners, most notably Denny's on West Street. We were the Dennyzens (ha ha!) and there were maybe thirty of us in total, though usually only about 15 together at once. I went a lot, because as said, I didn't have anything else to do.
After a few years, I moved to New York. A few months later, I came back to visit. People in Denny's commented that I hadn't been coming "as much". When I asked about the "as much", they said they had seen me here and there, but never at their table, and not with any regularity.
I choose to believe that they saw someone who looked like me and assumed it was me, but as a possible "ghost" explanation, I think I can buy that we leave impressions on the places we touch, and those places can sometimes keep "memories", rather than believing that the soul of my dead grandmother is wandering around her house at night, occasionally banging into things. That'd be a horrible afterlife.
So no. No ghosts.
- J