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1/18/2014 0 Comments An Acquired Taste Many people are surprised to find that I am one of the few who absolutely love scary movies, but growing up with a father who writes horror novels, kind of guarantees at least some sort of interest in this subject. Most people just don't understand why I would want to spend two hours peeking between my fingers with my heart beating through my chest, and to be honest, neither do it. But let's just say that, like coffee and gluten-free protein bars, it's an acquired taste. I haven't always loved scary movies, in fact, I actually used to HATE scary movies - not I would have ever admitted it back then. Learning to love scary movies was a slow progression. 1. The Years of WantingI remember wanting so badly to be able to watch the movies that my parents were watching. But they were always very careful to keep me away from anything even remotely scary until I was of the right age. Except for one traumatizing viewing of The Birds when i was about five. Soon my brother was allowed in on the scary movie scene and my wanting only grew. I would try so hard to join my brother and father whenever they decided to watch something I couldn't. 2. The Thirteenth BirthdayWhen I turned thirteen my father brought home The Ring starring Naomi Watts on VHS (well...I feel old). And he told me that we could watch it as part of my present, as sort of welcome into the world of the scary movies. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. So after cake and presents my father, brother and I went upstairs to watch the movie while my mother occupied my little sister downstairs. And I feel it is safe to say that letting me watch that movie was one of my father's biggest regrets in life. I came to his room every night for probably a month. I'm sure it didn't help that my sister, who was suffering from severe sleeping problems, needed a tv running all night to go to sleep. My parents put in an old, fuzzy black and white TV from what I'm guessing was the 70's. So all night I would stare at the white fuzzy picture, just waiting for a freaky girl to crawl out and kill me. It was a while until my father felt safe allowing me to watch another scary movie, and I didn't argue much at all. 3. Another Go At ItAfter a few months, I was over the whole Ring experience and was ready to try my hand at another scary movie. My dad was a bit hesitant, but would carefully pick and choose which ones he thought I could handle. Each time yielded the same result. I would watching the movie (barely, mainly I watched the palm of my hand) and then would spend a few weeks scared of everything. I would lay in bed, wondering why I had ever wanted to see that movie and tell myself that I would never watch another scary movie again. But after the usual few weeks I would want to see another. It went on like this for years, wanting so badly and immediately regretting the decision. But soon the period between films slimmed down from a few weeks to a few days of recovery then to just one night of horrible nightmares. I learned the different ways to help get my mind off of it all. Reading magazines, watching funny tv shows etc. 4. Gaining ImmunityNow, at age 19, I have seen so many scary movies, my aftermath doesn't exist...usually. Of course, during the movies I have to curl up in a ball and squeeze someone's hand to keep me safe, but that's what makes it so fun. Then, after I leave the theater I can reflect on the movie just like any other film. I haven't had a nightmare due to a scary movie in years and I doubt I will any time soon. If I do, then you know it must have been a really scary movie or really disturbing. Where my father was once the teacher and I the student, I have now taken the role of the former. We have the occasional daddy-daughter nights where we go to dinner and see a movie, usually the scariest one playing. And when we walk out of that theater, it's my father who is usually suffering from scary movie after math. So if you are new to scary movies, or find yourself terrified for weeks afterwards, just remember that it's only a movie and it's an acquired taste. :) Thanks for reading, Amanda Lucille Song of The DayNo Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine Again...I have a love for Florence Welch. Literally, I love EVERY SINGLE SONG and they are all hands down amazing.
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