Should I Apologize For Not Watching Scary Movies?
Men are supposed to be brave, right?
When I was 15, I went over to a friend’s house where a group of us were gathering to watch a scary movie on his big-screen TV. It was a large group of people, all teenagers I knew. There was a lot of junk food in the house as well. We’d have fun, watch something slightly horrifying, maybe even cuddle with someone we had a crush on?
It was gonna be a great night.
The only problem was the movie: The Silence Of The Lambs. It SHOULD have been a great movie. Everyone said it was a great movie. People even said it might win an Oscar. But to be honest, I hated it. And to be completely honest, I didn’t finish it.
Halfway through the movie — when I was scared out of my mind — I took a break and went into the kitchen. I ate a few chips out of a bowl. Then I ate some Red Vines. Then I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. After that, I stared into the mirror for about five minutes. Then I slid back into the kitchen and quietly snuck out the back door of the house, down the driveway, and walked all the way home.
I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving and I didn’t call my parents for a ride. I needed some fresh air and some alone time. I needed to NOT watch a scary-as-hell movie filled with people and ideas that I didn’t want to…
