First of all I guess I should
explain, mostly because, what the hell does that friggin word say?!.
Yeah, I made it up, get over it. But
it’s really just me saying what I feel about crap that has a deep meaning. It’s
about me ruining it. Me talking shit about something that’s already had someone
much better tell you what’s what. It’s about me talking about shit that’s
important to me. but I’m not that good with worlds from my own mouth and so I’m
sure to stuff this up so much that it’s a shame I ever opened my mouth in the
first place. So I’m defiling philosophy.
And today’s it’s going to be on
Horror, though it’s not really defiling anything. It’s more what I don’t like
horror, why I can’t, nor want to read it, and why I feel it’s not that big a
thing in books, at least YA.
You see, to me horror should be
done in one sitting, you don’t want to start a book and then get half way through
it, all the feelings that the book clogging you up but you can’t finish it, you
have to put it down for whatever reason and so you’re on edge all the time, it’s
not going anywhere, you can’t help it, but it’s there and it’s like, you’re always
looking over your shoulder and all that.
Because let’s face it, if you
aren’t jumpy while reading it, it ain’t that great a horror book.
I get reading something like
crime, I actually don’t mind it all that much except I’m not fully into knowing
that it could actually happen to me
(reason I like paranormal), I don’t particularly like that full out crime shit
either, I don’t like the investigating – and yet, I love watching it.
But horror... creepy. I’m not a
huge fan of horror, mostly because I have a bad – good – imagination and
well... yeah, the whole things comes back on my tenfold and I find myself
scared of things that I don’t need to be scared of. Seeing things because its
fun to scare the crap out of yourself, but you can’t do it if you, you know,
what your children not to fear their own shadow, because you fear your own
shadow.
But that’s not the point. The
point is I have trouble watching horror, though it’s always been that way for
me. At - shit, I can’t remember, whenever that shark movie came out. Um the one
where they were really smart or maybe human’s made them smart..? Hell, I don’t
know, don’t care. Point is when that came out and I was watching it with my
friends, it got me running and screaming out of the room. I hated the crap. But
then a few years late when I watched the Exosite with the same good, I felt
nothing but laughter, maybe fascination at the whole things.
It was weird, the movie scared
the shit out of the rest of the group, but me, nothing, yet I still can’t watch
shark movies, no Jaws, no nothing – and it’s not like they actually look real
any more is it.
Still, I find that horror, to me,
should be more visual, like yeah, I get the whole reading of it, but I’m the
type of person that would rather be scared out of my mind for like an hour or
two rather than for a day or so while I read the whole things. I like heart
racing, blood pumping scariness that comes from the actual should of the door slamming
when it was really just the wind. I love the music that make you roll your eyes
and know what’s coming and yet, you still jump out of your skin when that hand
comes out of the dark.
To this day my favourite scary
movies are Scream, and I love all three of them. But I can’t watch Saw; I have
seen, I think, maybe half of one of them. Or was that something else. They were
all in a house not able to get out, with someone watching them. That’s Saw
right? Anyway, I don’t like watching people cut themselves up, or the real like
when they cut another. I’m not into mutilated bodies and all that crap. I
really can’t stomach it - though I think that’s because I draw too much into a
movie and I feel what they feel – though it’s all phantom, but when they start
cutting off their hands, I feel like a pain shot—whatever, again it’s not
really the point, I just don’t like horror, if I don’t have to watch it I won’t,
nor will I read it.
I’m just saying, back in the day
when movies didn’t really don all that much for your fear, ‘cause let’s face
it, movies where something that you could get to whenever you wanted like they
are now, both travel, and money where a big factor, not it’s still there, but
to indulge yourself isn’t as hard as it would have been back then (or so I can
imagine, and hopefully aren’t wrong about, but it happens more than not) so it
would have been easier to read a horror book then see the movie, but let’s fact
up, would you prefer to read a horror or go and see it on a big screen?