I've just finished reading one of the most disturbing books I've ever read. It's such a horrible thing sometimes, imagination. As a child I was never allowed to read scary stories, watch thrillers, or even discuss the horrifying unimaginable. Now when I come across some foul literature or film, the ideas encompassed irk me into nightmares and sometimes instances of paranoia.
Sometimes I wonder if I had been able to witness some of these disturbing films, literature, and the like, whether or not I would be able to handle them now. Is seeing or thinking about human cruelty, nature, or fear-inducing images at an early age like being administered a vaccine against disease? If it is, then I most certainly missed out and have not grown an immunity of any sort.
In other words, I'm drinking diet coke, sleep-deprived, and officially freaked out.
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I had to sit with my back to the wall (so no one could sneak up on me) until the sun rose. Oop.
ReplyDeletePoor Mitch. When that used to happen to me, I used to go and lay on the floor next to my little brother. :]
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