I can't watch zombie movies. They give me nightmares. But everybody told me that I had to read "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" because it's so clever, (It really is, I chuckled plenty.) and I'm such a huge Jane Austen fan and have such an irreverent sense of humor. So I started reading it because I figured, how bad can it be?
Well, it turns out that setting the action in my head is so much worse and graphic because I incorporate what I really fear about zombies. Like my kids being hurt or being sent away from my family because I've been nipped by the walking dead. I read a few measly chapters and had nothing but zombie nightmares last night. To the point that I woke up at 4 a.m. crying like a tiny, tiny girl.
I gave the book to a co-worker just to get it out of my house.
AND ON THAT NOTE....
I have a well-established fear of clowns. It's called coulrophobia. It's a real fear. Look it up.
So someone sent me a still photo close-up of a clown, because haha, Molly's afraid of clowns. Hilarious.
When I didn't respond, they wrote back, "Oh come on, it's a zombie clown, it's like two of your greatest fears combined."
So I looked at the photo again and realized it was indeed a zombie clown, complete with red nasty eyes, smeared, sinister skull-like make-up and droopy mouth. And I didn't notice. Why? Because to me, that's how all clowns look.
Analyze my emotional health at will