Ever since I was a child I’ve been easily spooked. I can’t comfortably get within two feet of a spider, let alone kill one. Whenever an unexpected visitor rings my doorbell my heart rate goes through the roof. And I played Temple Run a total of one and a half times before the feeling of being chased made me so anxious I deleted the app. So it should come as no surprise that I also detest thriller and horror movies.
I skillfully do my best to avoid any and all consumption of them, but when my fave John Krasinski decided he just had to make A Quiet Place, I had no choice but to cave. In the name of love I forced myself to pluck up, order a vodka on the rocks from the movie theater bar, and endure one hour and 31 minutes of paralyzing fear. And you know what? It was stressful as hell! But weirdly empowering. Read more…
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