Is there anything better than a spooky flick on an October evening?
For many years I’ve tied myself to the rhythm of watching movies that can be downright unpleasant. It’s not an exercise in masochism or even a pure adrenaline rush. Rather, I’ve always found it to be both an instructive way of working out anxieties about the world and a safe haven to remember that, hey, other people feel pretty bad about things, too!
Giving it a second thought, I wonder if it has also steeled me for the emotional beatdown of watching Missouri Football. Or maybe the latter helped me with the former?