old

I'm old.  I know this because tonight Glenn and I went to the movies to see The Strangers, and I was scared out of my mind.  Once upon a time, and not so very long ago, I loved to be scared.  Scary movies, books, tv shows -- I couldn't get enough of them.  Being scared was a rush.  But apparently, without my consent, I've grown just old enough that I no longer enjoy being scared.  Glenn and I were a good 20 years older than everyone else in the theater. I suppose that should have tipped me off to the fact that I'd chosen the wrong movie.  About ten minutes into the movie, just as I was settling in with a box of Reeses Pieces, a creepy guy in a white mask appeared on the screen, and I felt my stomach turn into a knot.  So much for the Reeses Pieces.  I paid $10.50 for an hour and a half of absolute, unadulterated fear.  A few years ago I might have considered that money well spent.  Today, not so much.  I'm old.