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TIFU: I read descriptions of some movies and now I can’t sleep

I was watching criterion videos and googled some movies someone mentioned. Specifically, Bill Hader mentions salo as a date movie and I did get it was sarcastic but I immediately googled it and… wtf. I proceeded to got down a rabbit hole of simply just reading descriptions of the most disturbing movies ever, because I was bored and it was amusing AT THE TIME. Now I’ve been lying in bed for over two hours and I can’t stop thinking about how disgusting the descriptions I read today are. Now, before anyone says I’m freaking out too quickly. I watched “Bones and all” a while ago (the acting was good I guess) and although I found it disturbing, I watched it until the last scene. But these movies I read about today make “Bones and all” sound like a lighthearted film. When I watched that I thought it was probably one of the weirdest movies ever. But I guess I’m naive so yeah. It’s not that I don’t know horrible stuff happens in life it’s also… why would you want to put that on a screen, and also why as an actor or director would you want to partake in those movies. (Actually don’t answer that question I don’t even wanna know) If anyone has advice on how to… put these things out of my mind or change my perspective or something, please let me know because I’m going insane thinking about this shit

TL;DR: I read descriptions of disturbing movies because I was amused and now they’re preventing me from falling asleep

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