Scared to Get in the Car
I was afraid to get in my car this morning.
Yesterday I was on the way to work, listening to Stephen King’s audiobook Dreamcatcher, and as I took the exit for my office, I was actively grimacing, wanting to turn the damn thing off and listen to music instead… but felt strangely compelled to continue listening.
I mean, I’m seriously sweating here. I even made a tentative stab at the off switch a couple of times, but couldn’t do it.
I’m not even a Stephen King fan. Which might be part of the problem, since I don’t know for sure if this is all going to work out.
Dreamcatcher is about aliens landing and earthlings taking a less than hospitable attitude.
The movie, which I didn’t see, is supposed to horrible. All I can say is that if the movie was half as upsetting as the audiobook, then I would have called it horrible too. Why the heck do people subject themselves to this?
Most of the book is fairly run of the mill, and takes a bit too long to develop; although I hear that that’s what King books are like in general. Perhaps he does it on purpose to accentuate the horror when the horror begins.
Most of the book has references to death, sporadic dismemberment, nightmares, and the occasional cheating on a test. But this part is bad. Things with too many teeth, and bathrooms with too much blood…
Earlier today I snuck out to my car and plugged in the FM transmitter for my mp3 player. I’m hoping that that will make it easier to listen to music instead of the audiobook.
The problem is that I left the CD player on when I slammed the door and rushed from my car this morning. So when I turn on the car, I have to listen to the audiobook. For at least five seconds.
Maybe I’ll just walk home. It’s only 20 miles.