I just my sister’s post on Facebook: The Walking Dead Season 4 is now on Netflix! Whoo-hoo!
Okay, I’m not really into the whole zombie genre, there are a few exceptions out there an The Walking Dead is one of them. It is my dirty little secret pleasure. I just can’t help myself. It grabs my attention, and won’t let go no matter how hard I try to ignore it.
That’s what a television show is supposed to do. If I’m not thinking about it once in a while outside of watching it, then it’s not the show for me.
I am a bit surprised that I actually like watching it, though. I’m a self-admitted coward. I scream and shriek and go “OH GROSS!” at all the appropriate places. I’m so vocal that my husband does not let me sit right next to him while we are watching because I get too loud and hurt his ears.
I get nightmares every time I watch the show. I’m not even kidding. Nightmares. The kind that you wake up in the middle of the night and are too afraid to go back to sleep because you know you’re going to fall right back into the terrifying mental freak show you just escaped.
So why do I keep watching if it scares/grosses me out so much?