Oh Gimme Gore

11-03-2009 Tuesday

I just finished watching The Hills Run Red and I must say this, I'm stunned. Another awesome gore film and another keeper in my long list of gore movies to indulge whenever I'm feeling like some sick psycho and I needed some gore to cure my madness.



What is it with gore that makes me wanna watch it while all the others are chickening out upon watching the first few minutes of the flick? Dunno, I guess that's just me. In spite of the girly things that I'm now starting to like, I'm still hooked with gore...gore and more gore...

Yeah, most of you might be tired from hearing me say the word gore but fuck it, I'm hooked. Better believe me, I can watch people's bloods and guts spray out of their body and mind you, I watch with both eyes glued to the TV, not even a side glance or something. I mean, where's the fun in it if you're not gonna see the climax? Or maybe in this case, the worst?

There must be two sides of me, one is the maturing, trying to be more ladylike chick, while the other one remains to be boyish and morbid psycho. Most of the time, I feel like I need to go to a psychologist or something because I'm freaked out by myself and I know it affects the people around me.

Take Alex for example. He always says that I could be difficult and hard to understand. He said that if he's the type of person who gets mad easily, I'd be in trouble. I know I am hard to figure out and I keep telling him to give me time even though I don't know for sure why am I asking for it. Time for what? To grow up? Hell, I've grown up. I ain't no teenager anymore which is sad to admit. Sigh.

So what wait am I talking about. I'm afraid I also don't know. That must be a lame excuse I have but bottomline is; I'm a goddamn mess. My brain is pretty messed up badly and I'm still trying to fix it, ya know, getting things back together, picking the pieces up. Fuck yeah. I got a lot of nightmare, bitter childhood memories, too much hatred, fear and all so I think that could be the reason why I got hooked into all things gore. It's my way of releasing those emotional baggage I carry inside.

I find comfort in seeing gore. Not just watching films but also Gore photos, gore artworks, morbid news stories, yes gimme all of it and that calms me down, keeps me from grabbing some moron I bump into the street and just beating the hell out of him. It sure helps, trust me. When you're mad, frustrated and you feel like everything you do is wrong, you get fucked up right there in your brain cells, right where it hurts and it controls your entire being, and there's simply nothing you can do about it.

Me? Psychotic? Hell yeah...

Labels: alex, gore films, pink crimson, The Hills Run Red

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 5:31 PM