I mean, I don't think I ever had empathy for people. I don't give one hoot if they're here or gone. I always assumed this was because I was bitter and depressed and angry for most of my life. But now that I'm on medication, I'm noticing that this not-caring is not going away.
It's not like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. I don't think I have Asperger's Syndrome or some sort of autism "thing" where just part of my brain is funny. I'm not sure I ever had it. Maybe this is why horror movies don't affect me in the same why. I never understood why people think "The Exorcist" is the scariest movie ever. I mean, you'd think I'd be all up in that -- possessed by a personality not your own. Even more now that I'm a father of a daughter. But it just seems silly to me. "Hello, Reagan, I'm Father Karras-" "-AND I AM THE DEVIL. Now kindly undo these straps." I mean, isn't it peculiar that the devil is constrained by leather straps. This is the guy who fought God -- the immortal creator of the cosmos. It'd be like me taking on Cthulhu. If I could win against something that turns you mad by looking at it, would straps really be that big a deal? I always thought I wasn't scared because A) I'm an atheist and B) there's nothing scary about Regan -- all she does is throw up and spin her head. She doesn't even get up. Someone like Jigsaw is scarier because he manipulates you into doing it yourself.
|Oh no. She's in a bed. Someone save me.|
I'm more scared by something like "The Shining" but not for the reasons you're thinking of. I don't care one whit whether or not Wendy makes it out of there. I can't sympathize with her plight. I'm more worried people are going to see me as Jack Torrance. Especially my wife -- that's why I won't let her watch it (not that she needs any encouragement on my part). We have way too many similarities to make me comfortable -- amateur writers who seem to have trouble getting inspired, like being isolated/alone with thoughts, maybe we drink a little more than we really should, bothered by the drudgery of our jobs, thinning hair, creepy smiles, liking the cold (although he liked it a little too much).
|Well, I guess there's worse things than looking like young Jack Nicholson.|