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I don't like scary movies

Seriously, I don't like scary movies. I am sure of this, because I just watched one. It was accidental, because foxtel doesn't give any genre information in their on-screen program summary, and by the time I realised it was going to be scary, I'd already got far enough into the story that I needed to see how it worked out. Besides, Chris Noth was in it (sort of).

I don't enjoy the stress of scary movies. I don't like the dread of bad things happening to the good people, especially LeeLee Sobieski, who is quirky and cute, no matter what character she is playing. This scariness stays with me, especially if I was very scared. Being forced to watch "Jaws" for my end-of-Grade-6 class activity left me afraid of the deep end of swimming pools for years, and the thought of swimming in tide pool practically gave me a heart attack. It may well still do, but I don't think I'll force the issue.

I also don't enjoy scary books. I've always thought it's because I have a far too active imagination as it is, and I don't need anything else to give me nightmares. I even found "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" stressful on my first reading of it, as I was in a permanent state of anxiety throughout. However, I was five books into the series and wasn't about to stop. If Harry, Ron and Hermione can get through it, so can I.

And while I'm on the subject of scary things, I really, really dislike fairground rides. I haven't been on one in 20+ years, but I still remember how hideous it was. It was one of those rotating swing things that has you spinning sideways 10m above the ground. It was hideous, and I couldn't get off.

Ugh.

Anyway, now that I have unsettled myself, I now need to find something to restore my equilibrium. Something like "Legally Blonde" or a Jane Austin adaptation. I am also re-reading "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", and although that verges on scariness, at least I know it ends OK.
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