You should be used to it.
I'm over it.
On to bigger & better things...which today consists of movies that scarred me as a child.
In my youth my parents closely monitored everything I consumed....food, tv shows, music & movies. Due to this, I find now that I am the one monitoring what I consume I tend to indulge in everything that my parents told me not to. I'm a badass like that.
As an adult I have developed an appreciation of horror movies...especially the really terrible ones (see: Zombie Strippers, Teeth). Despite the best attempts of my parental units, there were a couple of movies that I somehow managed to slip past their watchful eyes. I have re-watched these movies as a grown-up (I use that term loosely) and have come to realize that they are really & truly, quite terrible....but as a child they scared the pants off me. So badly in fact, that I believe they have left me scarred for life.
And now for your reading pleasure I give you exhibit A: Tremors
What the shit was this movie about....seriously? Giant worm things that lived underground & could pop out anywhere and gobble you up. For a little girl who spent a majority of her time with her feet on the ground, this was terrifying. And I didn't even have Kevin Bacon to save me. I mean, look at these things:
Not pretty.
And even though I was never a small child, I am quite certain that a "graboid" could swallow me whole. Shit, they probably still could. And because of this I am fairly certain I will never visit the desert. It may also explain my love of swingsets & climbing things.
Now on to Exhibit B: Arachnophobia
Before I watched this movie, I was not afraid of spiders. Afterwards, the same could not be said. To be honest, up until recently I was unable to deal with spiders invading my personal space without screaming (now, I am pleased to announce that I can in fact squish my own spiders very calmly....and then freak out about it afterwards like the little girl I am).
Yeah. Pretty much. And the strangest part about it is that I wasn't really afraid of being bitten & dying (as is the plot of the film), but more of being spun up in a giant web & having my insides sucked out (as real spiders do to their prey)....at least I was a well-informed & scientifically factual paranoid child. Or maybe I just watched too many nature shows.
So in conclusion, the moral of the story is that perhaps my parents were right in sheltering me from things that were "too scary" for me as a child. Turns out that the ramifications of such things can be long standing. Just don't tell them I said so, ok?
