|Ladies & Gentlemen of the Blog Community, I submit for your approval...
that I. AM. A. POSER.
A bully. A punk. A BIG smack talker. And myyyy oh my, how the mask does fall off.
Oh sure, I claim to love my scary movies. Make funky chicken noises and flap my arms at someone if they refuse to watch them with me. And moan to no end to Justin about how "Scary Movie Month" is just three days shy of being over and my cup is not even half full, let alone runneth over.
But you just let somebody actually WANT to watch a scary movie with me. Well, now...that's a different story entirely.
"What just happened?? Wait, don't tell me!! Ok, wait. No. Wait. Ok. Go. Tell me."
He sighs & rolls his eyes and leans down to whisper, "All the doors are closing and she can't get out. But you would KNOW that if you would actually uncover your eyes and WATCH the movie."
I look up for just a second, give him my best "HURMMMMPH" and go immediately back to cowering.
See for all my big walking, smack talking, in your face glory....what I FAIL to mention is how, exactly, I go about "watching" all of these scary movies.
With two thumbs shoved in my ears and the other eight fingers clenched tightly across my eyes, that's how!! And if that doesn't work well enough, well I'll just zip my hoodie all the way up over my head and crawl up under the covers where, as most scaredy cats do, I will remain the rest of the night.
And I have no shame in that.
Truth be told. It took me a solid four times through before I actually saw every scene in What Lies Beneath. Out of order, perhaps , and through the blurry field between my fingers. But I LOVED it nonetheless. Just like I love all my scary movies.
Scared to death. Screaming out loud. And shivering under the covers.
Because, honestly, what fun is watching a scary movie if you aren't actually just a little bit ...of a big old scaredy cat.