Not because I’m afraid of boogeymen, or anything, but because I just can’t be arsed. No one I want to talk to would try knocking or ringing my doorbell. It’s inevitably some tiresome asshole selling something, or pestering me about their whackadoo specialty religion, or begging for something, or it’s the cops with the wrong address.
I just don’t answer the door.
Not because I’m afraid of boogeymen, or anything, but because I just can’t be arsed. No one I want to talk to would try knocking or ringing my doorbell. It’s inevitably some tiresome asshole selling something, or pestering me about their whackadoo specialty religion, or begging for something, or it’s the cops with the wrong address.
An unopen door is a happy door.