Confession: I love the show The Walking Dead.
Confession part two: I can’t watch the gory parts.
I know what you’re thinking, how the heck do you love a show you can’t watch?
Easy. I watch through my fingers as I cover the majority of the gore. I love the story, I am invested in the characters. The gory bits aren’t relevant to me at all.
I have never liked horror movies or any movie or show that freaks me out. I hated the X Files.
However, when the show finds a way to make you care about the characters in the story, that’s the sign of an awesome show.
I just finished watching the mid season finale and without giving too much away. I cried.
I tend to cry a lot when I love a show. It’s my personality.
My husband and kids laugh at me all the time. When I cry at movies , or TV. However, their favorite way of teasing me now is during The Walking Dead as I watch it through my fingers.
Confession: I will never watch it any other way. But I will never not watch.
I think I am being brave enough to watch the stuff that freaks me out even through my fingers. It’s close to actually facing it.
Close. Almost. Just about.