Though I've always found that my own mental states can be much scarier than nearly all horror movies. The exception being the original Japanese version of Ring (Ringu). Watch spooky video, then phone call says you will be dead in a week, cue frightened-looking corpse. I scoffed at the poster saying how terrifying it was, then sat in the cinema preparing to guffaw. Well, I was hiding behind my coat, whimpering quietly, nervous on the way home and slept with the light on. Petrified I was. The spooky noises on the soundtrack...
But apart from that movie, my thought patterns can be weird. Nobody likes me, they are pretending to like me, they have an agenda, they are being secretly sarcastic. And the biggest, baddest of all - I deserve to be unhappy. Thankfully I'm rarely this tangled up in my thinking. And maybe I know the danger signs now.
On a lighter note, today I sent away for the Lateral Thigh Trainer, the infomercial got to me. Though I suspect I'll be one of the weedy wobbly people who have to hold on to a high-backed chair or a doorway to stop fall-off. I'll keep ya posted!
*** A big thank you to the wonderful Iain White, who was my escort that night at Ring. He was slightly braver than I was, I think...
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