I used to love Haunted Houses when I was a kid. I was terrified of them, but that didn’t stop me. All throughout middle school and high school I went to multiple Haunted Houses per year. I was thrilled about everything except for the Chainsaw Guy. I hated him. Still do.
For some reason, after high school I stopped going to Haunted Houses and now I don’t know if I would really enjoy one. I don’t know why but they don’t excite me anymore, rather now, they scare the hell out of me. Which is bizarre because I used to get this cheap thrill from them.
Has anyone else ever experienced this? Is it like speaking a second language? If you don’t use it you lose it? I haven’t been haunted so I’ve lost my love for it. Or something along those lines. Is it a consequence of getting older? Just like roller-coasters, I used to love ’em, now I hate ’em.
I think being an adult sucks the fun out of things… But whatever, right? Can I get it back? Like riding a bike? If I just throw myself into haunted houses this year, will my love grow back? I need answers people…
Anyway, I’m keeping up with Blogtober so we should all be proud of me because day six of my February writing challenge was a DISASTER. I think I’m evolving.
I might have better content tomorrow, we’ll see.