I can't watch horror movies. IF I have a thorough understanding of what's going to happen (e.g. somebody telling me exactly what happens, reading the full synopsis on Wikipedia, etc.), and IF I watch it on a small TV instead of a big screen, and IF I am not alone, and IF the person has seen it before and can narrate when Bad Things are going to happen, and IF that person can reassure me that Bad Things are not imminent when the moviemakers do a fake-out with musical cues, etc., and IF we can pause it multiple times to discuss and nibble on something in a different room, then I am somewhat able to watch certain horror movies, once in a blue moon.
I remember when I was 20 and at UGA, and my then-boyfriend convinced me that I had surely outgrown this silliness, and of course I'd be fine going to see Resident Evil 2 in the movie theater.
So I went and couldn't sleep at ALL that night or the next, and I slept badly the next several weeks.
More recently, I was sitting next to the Cornwallian as he watched Some Movie on TV. I happily piddled away on the computer, uninterested. But there was a commotion on the television -- so I looked up and saw a grotesque convenience store murder scene -- and I panicked and ran to the other end of the house and curled up on our bed.
The Cornwallian tried to make some comment about how I was "making a fuss" or something. UM, NO. It's just that I have a few mental blips, and one of them is that large chunks of my brain react to things I see on TV as if they were really in front of me. No matter how frequently I (or others...) tell myself logically that this particular thing isn't happening, it's hard to really FEEL like my eyes are lying.
There is no such thing as "Making a fuss" we're all different. I live with a guy who hates horror movies and gets startled easily from the surprise effects and hates that too, I respect that - even though it sucks, because I literally have no one to watch horror flicks with at home!
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I remember when I was 20 and at UGA, and my then-boyfriend convinced me that I had surely outgrown this silliness, and of course I'd be fine going to see Resident Evil 2 in the movie theater.
So I went and couldn't sleep at ALL that night or the next, and I slept badly the next several weeks.
More recently, I was sitting next to the Cornwallian as he watched Some Movie on TV. I happily piddled away on the computer, uninterested. But there was a commotion on the television -- so I looked up and saw a grotesque convenience store murder scene -- and I panicked and ran to the other end of the house and curled up on our bed.
The Cornwallian tried to make some comment about how I was "making a fuss" or something. UM, NO. It's just that I have a few mental blips, and one of them is that large chunks of my brain react to things I see on TV as if they were really in front of me. No matter how frequently I (or others...) tell myself logically that this particular thing isn't happening, it's hard to really FEEL like my eyes are lying.
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