Scaredy Cat

I admit it. I am a scaredy cat. I jump at the slightest noise if I am in the kitchen washing dishes. The best example I have is that my mother painted my face one Halloween as Count Dracula. So I was led to the mirror to see the finished project and I jumped. I scared my own self. I know pretty sad. It even affects my movie choices. For example....I have wanted to see The Village for a very long time because I really like M. Night Shyamalan work, but I can only handle so much suspense. I get all tense and such. Well the previews of The Village had lead me to believe of monsters which is a direct link to scary horror things. So I avoided it. Well I finally summed up the courage to rent it during the holidays but I let it sit there. Still not wanting to be scared. So finally after it had occured 2 late fees I watched it. Boy did I feel stupid. It was not bad at all. I only jumped once and I even had prepared myself when the creepy music started that something was going to happen. So perhaps this was a lesson for me not to be afraid of facing my scaredy cat-ness from time to time.