Horror Movies

I constantly find myself in this situation. I fight everything that I know can be described as rational thought to stay up late to watch horror movies when I should be getting sleep. I don't really watch movies that much anymore. Which makes it more puzzling to try and understand why only late at night I get a craving to watch some horror movies. This doesn't happen very much, but when it does, I wake up in the morning wondering why my standards of living stoop so low in the late night hours. When I do indulge in a movie, it should be good, educational, and most importantly...guilt free.
When I was younger. The movie child's play terrified me. I remember sleeping on the floor in my brother's room because I kept hearing footsteps in my room. Even though it was all in my head, those little feet tapping across my white carpet nearly ruined any chance of good sleep. What makes it even more bizarre was that I was well on my way to three hundred pounds at the time. (I was really hungry, but that's another story). I didn't seem to realize that the size difference would make quite an immense challenge for the little guy. Although my severe sedentary lifestyle would give him virtually an immobile target, I doubt that whatever sharp object he could muster in his little hands would barely be able to pierce my impenetrable wall of...well...fat.
So when I finally reached the age of realization that one chance encounter with Chucky (His Surname) would end in me slaying him, I embraced horror movies.
I started to watch them and wonder why I was afraid it the first place. I like to see the ways people deal with fear. Whether being chased by a doll, or a man in a mask, or a Kitten named Friskers who has an insatiable thirst for blood, I like to see how people handle scary situations. The uncertainty of Death is the one thing that everyone has in common and remains the one topic that not many really chose to explore. When we explore this "dark side" if you will, it can be a good coping mechanism for an uncertain future.
There are many different reasons why someone may want to watch these films. Whatever my reasons, they certainly aren't reasonable enough to watch some of the crap that I do.
Which brings this little charade full circle. There really is no good reason why I watch this filth. Yet, sometimes I am still drawn to it. I'll try to tone it down, but you know what they say...................Please someone give me a musing anecdote so I don't feel so bad for watching these movies. It's starting to get really depressing.

Little Seahorse

I really don't know why I am doing this right now. I believe that this is more for myself than anyone else. I don't really have any fun or musing things to say on a daily basis. However, I do believe I am very perceptive to human awkwardness or suffering. While that sounds slightly morbid or just plain creepy, I like to people watch. I want to take the time to see why people are the way that they are. Why they do the things that they do. I am part of this life sentence of an observation experiment. I constantly do things that I am like, why the hell did that happen?
All I know is that if it was important enough in my own brain to do something as outlandish as start a blog, then I have something to say. Whether or not you hear it, at least it is out there.
It will be out there.

I will talk about music.
Random things I see in my day to day.
How I am feeling.
Other things that I know really won't be exciting to anyone else but me or my twin brother Garrett Fogaltine, whom I am still convinced exists but probably not under that moniker.

I hope you enjoy random posts about absolutely nothing. Yet, for some reason or another, have importance to me. Its ok, I like me.

Listening: Devendra Banhart - Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon