Every two days I will cry.
I can't explain why,I know why but it doesnt matter actually. Its more like a programmed schedule, my biological alarm goes off and that's it,all hell breaks loose. One of most prominent event that worth for a blog post happened a month ago while watching a movie with RJ in the car. Body 19 (2007) is a Thai horror movie. I'm the kind of person who will be thrilled to watch a horror movie but cant deal with the consequences after watching one. Everything was going fine during the movie, apart from the constant jump from the seat and mini heart attacks. I was okay till the end of the movie but as soon as the credit screen shows up I started to cry uncontrollably. Of course,the person beside was totally clueless of what happened and why I'm crying after watching a ghost movie. It's acceptable if someone refused to sleep alone at night after watching one but to cry with so much emotions is totally out from his limited understanding of his lady love. I owe him an explanation
And so I explained..
I cried because one of the character in the movie which later on became the ghost, was actually chopped into pieces by the person who claim to have loved her before. When the guy opened her up he will be shocked to find out that there is a feotus inside her body. Of course he mourned the lost life for a while but continue to chop the body even after he knew that its not possible to recover any pulse from her. I felt as if I was there at the crime scene watching a sin unfolding in front of my eyes. I witnessed him destroying every part of her body that loved him. I watched him killing two lives at the same time. I got depressed and couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I'm afraid what if one day the person beside me chopped me into pieces too. Everytime I watch a movie,I will take it personal,too personal that I will engage myself with the characters. I will feel their pain,I will cry for them and I will talk about them for days..and I cant stop thinking what will happen if I have the same ending as them. (Now you know what is my problem?)
He looked at me,afraid to say a word ..
I will not cut you into pieces honey. I know he silently wishes that one day I can trust him fully,that no movie scenes could take that away from him.
Oh yeah, did I tell you guys that I'm totally banned from watching horror movies since that historical day?