Today I went out with Date, and we went to the movies. Because I am an idiot, I decided that we should see the remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street. I have no idea why I thought that would be a good idea, but I insisted. Our other option was Robin Hood. Given the reviews, I'd rather see the fear-inducing film. Plus, I'm trying to get over fear.
Yeah, that worked out well. I squealed like a little girl within the first five minutes of the film. I do not do well with horror movies. Years upon years ago, I called my best friend because I was scared of a Jack the Ripper biography.
I tried to overthink the movie, and I did OK, until I went to the bathroom after the movie. (What? You thought that my changing positions in the chair was because of fear?) The bathroom at the movie theatre was quite possibly the scariest after-horror-movie place ever. I really considered asking Date to stay in there with me.
I made it through and was fine until I got home tonight, watched the sun go down, and began to worry again.
I tried to overcome my fear and could not. I won't watch another horror film unless MST3K is attached.
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