I jumped. The sudden appearance of the insane man in our movie today made me jump. That feeling of shock and suprise always seems to affect me. Ironically, I have seen Shutter Island before. Ever since childhood, I have thrived off of sudden fear. On numerous occasions, I have found myself flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch on TV. Of course, I always stumble upon some classic thriller. For some unknown reason, I stay on this show for as long as I can just to see if I can survive the fear. It seems to be a love-hate relationship. The adrenalin always builds as I find myself slowing beginning to sweat, and at times scream out of complete horror. I find this strange, though. Why do I enjoy completely "dying" out of fear? I find that many of us, including myself, enjoy the unknown. In English class, we will walk into the classroom, see the journal on our desk, and freak out about what we will have to write about all period. However, when we are told of the journal ahead of time, we realize that journals are not that scary. Everyday we are met by sudden suprises that prompt unneccessary fear within us. But why? Like my obsession with scary movies, I feel that we all need a little sudden shock in order to stay interested. Without any aspect of surprise, we would not engage ourselves into our lives, but rather have certain known expectations everyday. Where is the fun in living like that?Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sudden!
I jumped. The sudden appearance of the insane man in our movie today made me jump. That feeling of shock and suprise always seems to affect me. Ironically, I have seen Shutter Island before. Ever since childhood, I have thrived off of sudden fear. On numerous occasions, I have found myself flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch on TV. Of course, I always stumble upon some classic thriller. For some unknown reason, I stay on this show for as long as I can just to see if I can survive the fear. It seems to be a love-hate relationship. The adrenalin always builds as I find myself slowing beginning to sweat, and at times scream out of complete horror. I find this strange, though. Why do I enjoy completely "dying" out of fear? I find that many of us, including myself, enjoy the unknown. In English class, we will walk into the classroom, see the journal on our desk, and freak out about what we will have to write about all period. However, when we are told of the journal ahead of time, we realize that journals are not that scary. Everyday we are met by sudden suprises that prompt unneccessary fear within us. But why? Like my obsession with scary movies, I feel that we all need a little sudden shock in order to stay interested. Without any aspect of surprise, we would not engage ourselves into our lives, but rather have certain known expectations everyday. Where is the fun in living like that?
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Kelsey, I also love to watch thriller movies and shows. But, as you said, I often wonder why. Who enjoys feeling nervous and scared, enough that I do not want to move for a long time? I like how you have paralleled this to journals and I agree that a little thrill keeps things interesting.
ReplyDeleteKelsey, I completely agree with your point that seeing those AP English 12 journals bring out the fear in all of us. I know that Ms. Serensky will wonder why we students get so stressed over something so silly, but I seem to always have an inkling that the journal topic will somehow harm me. Our journal entries always end without any trouble, but the anticipation keeps us on our toes.
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