Flinch

I am not easily disgusted (except bugs--GACK). I can stand blood pretty well. Actually, that's what I want to do one day-be a veterinarian. I have loved animals since I was little, and definitely prefer pets to kids (sorry all you 'baby' people out there-they drive me NUTS!). Anyway, I have a pretty strong stomach. Once, in my animal science class, we had to watch a show on little cows being... ahem... neutered (as it was). Everyone was gagging, and groaning. I laughed. My teacher (very pro-ag) also laughed, laughing at me laughing at the other people. WHAT A BUNCH OF BABIES!!! Geez... it really wasn't that gross. There was hardly any blood, because of the way they do it... it's very clever (but don't worry, I won't go into details).

I even did an internship at a local veterinarian place, and I watched plenty of surgeries with the blood, and the stink... it wasn't that bad, honestly. I could watch it (and managed to name a few body parts, too!).

But when it comes to movies, I am TERRIBLE. I don't know what it is. We watched a movie that consisted of blood, cutting off heads, cutting off arms, cutting off legs, blood, stabbing people, blood... did I mention blood? I bawled like the baby I can be. My brothers have a fascination with guns and blood, and won't play any video games if they can't kill an innocent villager, a heavily armored watch-guard, or some sort of villain/monster.

Movies are even better (or worse, if you're like me). They love studying the way people kill other people/things, scribbling notes furiously and making sure to practice the new moves on each other when Momma Bear isn't watching. It hurts me.

I can't watch these movies! I really do flinch. People getting hit by cars, being stabbed, shot, decapitated... you name it, I flinch! I close my eyes, ball up my fists, and will (on occasion) bawl. My brothers (and yes, my father, too!) think I'm weird. Why cry? I have found the most... reasonable answer to this is that I for some STRANGE reason put MYSELF into that situation. What if that car was hitting ME? What if that sword was going through MY heart/shoulder/leg/arm/appendage? They just don't think about these things. They think it's all fun and games, but truth be told... IT'S NOT!!! I mean, yeah, those games can be fun if you're beating up the bad guys, the bad monsters, and vanquishing (ooh, I like that word, VANQUISHING) evil. But on other people who may/may not understand that they're doing bad, and being tricked to do something bad? Uh-uh. No way, Jose. Not on my watch!!!

Even in movie theaters, with the big screen... sheesh. That's the WORST!!! It could be a cartoon, they could be beating up a mattress. For cripes sake, I just FLINCH. I really can't help it.