Thursday, April 16, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 244.42 miles)
Day 279 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
I tried a new workout today: Cross Fit Challenge. The timer on the video says 48 minutes, but she talks about cross fit for 5 minutes at the end, so the workout is really only 43 minutes. No less of a challenge for that missing 5 minutes though.
The day felt weird. I felt so free. I wanted to celebrate, wanted to mark the occasion by doing something new, something I was too scared to do before.
I called my friend Veronica. “I want to do something I’ve never done before.”
“Oka-ay,” she said, not sure where this was going.
“I want to watch scary movies.”
She laughed. “Oh. I got your scary movies.”
I’ve never been able to watch scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was Candyman at a sleepover when I was eleven or twelve years old and I hid out in the hallway for three quarters of the movie. The tension and things jumping out at you and the ‘Holy God, why the fuck would you open the door?’ moments were always too much.
I’ve seen vampire movies and the Alien movies, but those seem more like sci-fi than horror. I’ve watched The Shining and It, but I’d already read the books, so the movies weren’t a surprise.
I’ve seen Scream and The Blair Witch Project, but they were watched through my fingers and they both scared the shit out of me.
I’ve never even considered watching the Jason or Freddy Krueger movies and I still get mixed up trying to remember if Jason or Freddy is ‘Friday the 13th’, or ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’.
I’m basically a scary movie virgin.
Which makes almost no sense because I’m a huge fan of scary books. Stephen King, Richard Matheson, Shirley Jackson. The creepier, the better.
Justin has laughed at my aversion to scary movies for years. “You read all those books, and you can’t watch the movies.”
I would just shrug. “I don’t know. I can’t handle it.”
Well that changed today. I told Veronica, “Hit me with one that scared you as a kid.”
So we sat on my couch and watched Poltergeist, me with my knees drawn up tight and a throw pillow clutched to my chest.
The creepy tree scared the shit out of me. So did the guy who peeled his face off in the mirror. I don’t even want to talk about the clown. The worst though? That happy, twinkling music that begins and ends the movie.
Steven Spielberg is a seriously twisted fuck.
After the movie ended, Veronica looked at me. “Um, are you okay? You look traumatized.”
I nodded. “Yes,” I said. I still hadn’t let go of the pillow.
Hesitantly she asked, “Do you want to watch another one?”
I turned to her with the shining eyes of a new junkie. I nodded again. “Yes.”
So we watched The Conjuring. This time I actually screamed into the pillow.
Today’s silver lining: A whole genre of movies is open to me now.
The movies scared me, but it was fake fear. I know the difference now between fake fear and real fear. Veronica said, “I don’t know if Justin is going to love me or hate me for this,” but I slept like a rock.
As of now, I’m adopting scary movies as my new form of therapy. They make me forget everything else for two whole hours.
If you have scary movie recommendations, please, leave them in the comments or send me an email at gettingthewordswrong(at)gmail(dot)com. No matter how old, chances are I haven’t seen it.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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