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There are some days that I want to beat some sense into myself.
Like the past two, for instance.
Why?
Because I was stupid, and watched a few parts of Silence of the Lambs on TV while I was home alone on Monday. Then I was even stupider and went to research the killers that inspired Silence of the Lambs, because I find this stuff intriguing at times when my brain has gone on vacation.
Yeah, do you see where I'm going with the stupid part? I scared my self shitless Monday night, because of my over-active imagination. I hardly got any sleep. Tuesday night wasn't as bad, but I still lost sleep. Tonight I should be fine, it usually goes away after a couple nights.
I mean, really. I couldn't sleep for three days because of Gothika, possibly one of the lamest psychological horror films made. I still like watching it, because it isn't at all scary, just interesting, now that I've seen it before. The Ring had me freaked for a few days too because of the one scene at the beginning where the mom finds her daughter's body and her face is all ">O<". I think the only reason An American Haunting didn't freak me out was because my friend and I watched RENT right afterwards.
I hate this paranoia so much. I can't go to an airport without freaking out, and if someone so much as suggests flying somewhere it's all I think about for several hours. If I get on an airplane, I hyperventilate, shake like crazy and generally freak out. There've been several occasions where I have convinced myself that there is someone in our house in the middle of the night, even knowing that my dogs are both downstairs. (You see, my dogs make a racket if someone so much as dares walk on the sidewalk in front of our house--I can only imagine what would happen if someone broke down our locked front door at 2 AM.)
It's all so illogical, and stupid, and yet I let it run my life. It's something I can't help, and it bugs the hell out of me.
Like the past two, for instance.
Why?
Because I was stupid, and watched a few parts of Silence of the Lambs on TV while I was home alone on Monday. Then I was even stupider and went to research the killers that inspired Silence of the Lambs, because I find this stuff intriguing at times when my brain has gone on vacation.
Yeah, do you see where I'm going with the stupid part? I scared my self shitless Monday night, because of my over-active imagination. I hardly got any sleep. Tuesday night wasn't as bad, but I still lost sleep. Tonight I should be fine, it usually goes away after a couple nights.
I mean, really. I couldn't sleep for three days because of Gothika, possibly one of the lamest psychological horror films made. I still like watching it, because it isn't at all scary, just interesting, now that I've seen it before. The Ring had me freaked for a few days too because of the one scene at the beginning where the mom finds her daughter's body and her face is all ">O<". I think the only reason An American Haunting didn't freak me out was because my friend and I watched RENT right afterwards.
I hate this paranoia so much. I can't go to an airport without freaking out, and if someone so much as suggests flying somewhere it's all I think about for several hours. If I get on an airplane, I hyperventilate, shake like crazy and generally freak out. There've been several occasions where I have convinced myself that there is someone in our house in the middle of the night, even knowing that my dogs are both downstairs. (You see, my dogs make a racket if someone so much as dares walk on the sidewalk in front of our house--I can only imagine what would happen if someone broke down our locked front door at 2 AM.)
It's all so illogical, and stupid, and yet I let it run my life. It's something I can't help, and it bugs the hell out of me.