Closed doors fascinate me.
Fans of Freud might say that I have something to hide hence the fascination for closed doors.
Maybe, maybe not. However, since this fasination has no negative connotation or vibration to it, I believe the summation might be a wee bit off mark.
I think it is an innate curiosity in humans that attracts us to anything that's concealed. In that sense my fascination for closed doors is nothing new.
However, what sometimes baffles me is that, I enjoy pondering about what's behind those closed doors. And I am very happy to remain in that state imagining the wildest, whackiest, possible scenarios behind those doors. So much so, sometimes when I get the chance to step behind those doors I am deeply disappointed because more often than not reality does not match up.
Like this image. The minute I saw this door I had my Freudian moment. My imagination ran amock. As usual reality did not match up. What's behind these doors? An empty green room!
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