Traumatised

For some stupid reason I decided to go see 1408 this evening. It's utter gick, and it terrified me to boot. I listened to it more than watched, hiding my face in the safety of my balled-up coat, checking my watch every so often to see if it was nearly over. The only way to watch a horror film is at home, in daylight (but with the lights on just in case) with a cushion to cuddle, a pause button, and a happy place to retreat to should things get a little hairy. Not in a large pitch dark room full of strangers. Judgemental, sniggering strangers.

I need to quit this sober socialising. It's bad for my mental health.