I scare easily.
That’s not an exaggeration. I scare very easily. As in, if you just come up behind me and say my name and I didn’t hear you?
I’ll jump a hundred feet or so in the air.
This has proven to be a HUGE source of entertainment for many along the years.
After watching “The Ring” I told my then boyfriend that if he so much as thought about calling the house after he left I would kill him. I think he was going to… it was his best friend who advised him not to.
I used to work with a guy who would sneak up behind me while I was engrossed in my work and get right up to my ear and say “hi” and I would scream.
I was watching the season finale of Law & Order: SVU this past season and turned to the hubs and said, “I don’t think I can watch this alone.”
It’s the music. It’s the suspense. It’s the fear of sudden movements and things jumping out at me.
Last week, I took my youth group to Scaremare – this HUGE haunted thing about an hour away. By take them, I mean, I drove with some other chaperones and dropped them off while I went and had dinner with a friend. I don’t understand how people PAY for scary things.
Actually, what I don’t understand is how people can do that and NOT be scared. It’s dark and people are jumping out at you and …. but these kids (and some dads) drove over an hour to get there, stood in line for almost 2 hours to get in, in the rain, and LOVE it.
And what’s a real bummer? I bet I could be an AMAZING detective because I’m smart like that and I like to solve puzzles and such but I would never (because I couldn’t) follow some guy who may or may not have raped and murdered someone in to an abandoned warehouse.
He would say boo and I would pee my pants.
I’m definitely no Olivia Benson.
Today, my boss got me good with some video about looking for Michael Jackson’s ghost in his house on Larry King Live. It was innocent enough. I watched the video, with the sound turned up and I’m all up in the computer screen because I’m trying to catch a glimpse of this ghost in Michael Jackson’s house.
This grim reaper looking character appears on the screen and screams and because I’m about 2.5 mm from the screen, he’s life size and IN MY FACE.
I screamed bloody murder. My heart about came out of my chest.
I scared the other guy in the office who didn’t know I was being pranked and the pastor?
Well, he got a good laugh at my expense.
Which is AOK.
I’m used to it. I get that scared and it’s pathetic in a funny sort of way.
Sometimes I try to prove that I’m normal… that other people get scared too, so while the hubs is pumping gas, I say, “Hey. You have to check out this segment from Larry King. You can see what looks like Michael Jackson’s ghost.”
He takes my phone and he’s all up in the little screen, just like I was when I was watching on my laptop. I was poised, prepared to catch my phone when he freaked out and dropped it.
And then all of a sudden, Grim jumped out and he didn’t even flinch. It didn’t phase him.
Nope it’s just me… the fraidy cat.
But at least I provide entertainment. If you can’t be brave, be funny.
I don’t mind providing the entertainment.. but I’m not sure how long my heart will hold out.
Until next time…