Damn you, Dateline NBC!
My sweet husband, Erik, is terrified of horror movies. Now, when I say horror, I don't mean The Exorcist or Nightmare on Elm Street, I mean Signs, The Others, and selected scenes in the first Pirates of the Caribbean. He put his coat over his head in the movie theatre when we saw Signs. Then he drove me nuts from pacing back and forth behind the couch, wringing his hands in anguish, during the Others.
I, on the other hand, am terrified of real life, namely Dateline NBC, 48 Hours Investigates, reruns of Unsolved Mysteries, and sometimes, PBS. One year for Halloween we rented a PBS "American Experience" episode about the Donner Party from the library and I had trouble sleeping for weeks because it scared me so bad. I don't want to watch these news shows, but then they draw me in. I watch them and get really scared. I then think about the stories all the time, until I get myself all worked up into a frenzy. I even start thinking about how the reenactors would portray me and my family if some awful crime happened to us. Then I can't sleep because I keep thinking I see Kim Jong Il in my closet. I finally pass out at 2 a.m. Stupid, I know.
From watching Dateline NBC, et. al, I have learned that the typical murder victim is a woman at home alone. The murderer is usually her husband, boyfriend, stalker, or guy that comes to her door pretending to sell something (like alarm systems). The bad guy will push his way into the house when she answers the door and kill the victim. This means that I freak out anytime someone knocks on my door during the day when I am home alone. I try to discreetly look out my peephole, but then I worry that the person at the door saw me do that. Today the mail lady dropped a package off at my door and I just stood there, frozen, until I heard her walk away.
It's all very silly, especially since I live Tehachapi (population 6,780) where the biggest news is how angry people are that a Wal-mart is coming to town. Plus, I live on a cul-de-sac with a Prison Guard, Fireman and two CHP officers who usually have their cop cars parked in front of their homes,
Hey, at least my fears are legitimate.
Posted by Cristin at 2:56 AM