Let me put this in some kind of context.
Like this isn't one of my defining characteristics, The Ring scared the bejeezus out of me and still does. All I really need is someone to mention it on my friendslist, adn boom, I'm there. In the terror zone. The movie, It? Made for TV? Scared me. Not the ending. All that stalking adn freaky things slowly happening that no one else could see. I think there's some kind of metaphor of my fear of future insanity in this, but I'm not sure.
The Grudge, unviewed, is having a similar effect on me. Actuals don't scare me nearly as badly as implications. Halloween? Scared me for a few days, and all the horror comes from that damn *walk* ,that endless, slow, plodding, relentless stalking walk. That *scared* me. but not all the time. Reading the reviews of The Grudge, where the main complaint/compliment was the atmosphere and implications adn things seen from teh corner of your eye--I'm terrified of this thing unviewed. I already know I will be under a desk thinking about it.
That is just so sad.
I also read a review of Saw. I know I won't ever go see that, because, um, *no*. Just--no.
Yes, I am a pathetic whiney little coward. I am so unbelievably comfortable with this.
I saw this on my friendslist, from viridian5:
This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.
Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.
So. Is there something I *haven't* told? Cause man, i think everything but my bra size has come up in one form or another. And that's 36B, btw.