So, yesterday I wrote about being askeerd when I go to the cancer center.
But a day out and I feel better. Not completely back to normal (whatever the hell that is), but better.
As such, I've decided to go ahead a scare the full bejeebies out of myself tonight.
I'm going to watch a scary movie.
I am. Me. The proverbial scaredy-cat. The weeniest weenie of them all.
'Cause I'm a glutton for punishment, that's why.
I haven't seen a scary movie since I watched one with my friend Todd, several years ago, during a visit to London. It was The Grudge. And it was horrifying! And I was so scared, I spent the rest of the night huddled under a down sleeping bag, in an already overly-warm flat, sweating to death. But draining all my fluids through sweat kept me from weeping and peeing in fear, so it was all good.
I wasn't always this way, you know. When I was little, I got hooked on Dark Shadows. It was deliciously gothic and mysterious and scary. And it gave me nightmares. But still, I had to get my Barnabus Collins fix every afternoon. Until my dad made me stop watching. 'Cause he got tired of chasing the monsters out of my room every night, that's why.
There's no one to chase the monsters for me now (well, except for Sundance... and though that fuzzy boy barks pretty loudly, he's kind of a weenie, too [ask the goose that pecked me in the head because my pitiful dog ran in the other direction after chasing it]). And since there's no one to chase my monsters, I think it was pretty brave of me to decide to do this tonight (please note that, in this situation, 'brave' totally equals 'stupid').
See, I mentioned being askeerd of creeper flicks to a friend. And he laughed at me.
Now, if he'd laughed with me, I probably could have gone on being askeerd and unashamed.
But he didn't. It was at me. Definitely at me.
So, here I sit. Steeling myself for The Conjuring.
I've got a friend. And a blanket. And my Depends undergarments. And wine.
Lots of wine.
'Cause if the monsters get you when you're drunk, it doesn't hurt so much, that's why.