Why Do I Torture Myself?

This may be a repeat statement, but I may never sleep again.  I’m an idiot for watching horror films at night.  I never learn.

Any horror I watch is usually reserved for midday, so that I can block it out by the time I hit the pillow.  But last night I just couldn’t wait, and I proceeded with renting Hereditary.

One of my best friends is a serious horror fan, and when she says something is creepy, I’m like a mosquito drawn to light, and can’t wait to watch whatever freaked her out.  Hereditary didn’t disappointment, but GODDAMN was it messed up!  F*cked up ending aside, the entire film was one huge creepy escalation, which at one point made me scream OH MY GOD, which in turn made Kevin come running out of the bedroom to see what was wrong.

“Oh, nothing.  Just a possessed mother who float-crawled across the room, trying to kill her son.”  And then he shook his head at me because I was watching a horror movie at night.  To top it off, I had a pillow and my blanket to hide behind, because it was that creepy.  I haven’t done that since the first time I watched Salem’s Lot when I was 10.

And of course afterwards I had to reprogram my head with a bit of Nick Jr. before I went to bed, because if I didn’t, there would be no sleeping.  Even then, I stayed up until 1:30, scrolling on my phone, alternating several times between Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, and several other platforms.  Nothing like a little phanfiction and mukbang to calm my creeped out brain.

If you’re a fan of horror, and haven’t seen Hereditary, you might like this film.  Or not.  It depends on what kind of horror you like.