The Only Thing That Scares Me

Most horror films just bore me. Stupid teenagers trapped in some killer’s house, getting chased by psychopaths in their dreams—I don’t feel anything from that. What actually gets to me is the apocalypse stuff. Viruses, the end of everything, vampire-zombies, the whole collapse of civilization. That’s what sticks.

Went to see I Am Legend with Jenny yesterday. Will Smith, his dog. Jenny couldn’t watch it. The infected, the explosions, all of it was too much for her. She had her hands over her face the entire time. Me, I just got angrier and angrier at this asshole in the back making noise. Talking through it, completely ruining the experience. I remember thinking the virus should’ve taken him instead of the people we’re supposed to care about. At least that would’ve made some kind of sense.

It’s a shit thing to think, but you can’t help it. Watching the world collapse on screen, bridges blown so nobody can even escape, everyone either dead or alone trying to survive—you start wondering if it could actually happen. If we’re just sitting here waiting for it.