
I should have known better. Gary asked me last night if I wanted to watch Serenity with him (the film, not the series which he's already seen.) He'd found it remaindered for $5. I agreed.
Not ten minutes into it, I got up and left the room. The gratuitous violence, which I guess the majority of film watchers feed on, was making me ill. Sometimes I really think there must be something to this otherkin idea, because I sure don't seem to belong to the same race as most people.
Oddly enough, in real life, Gary doesn't deal well with violent emotions. In fact, he doesn't react well to raised voices. He's also an arachnophobe, and won't watch video or films with giant spiders or spiderlike creatures because it gives him nightmares. Yet he can sit through two hours of people hacking, stabbing, shooting, and otherwise destroying each other without blinking. Had I watched the whole thing, I would have had bad dreams. In fact, I think I had some dreams about it anyway, in spite of choosing to read something soothing before going to sleep.