again with the asphyxiation

I went to see the movie, Cars, today with a few friends. It was cute and funny and beautifully animated (and inspired me to buy Rascal Flats' "Life is a Highway" on iTunes when I got back to my room), but none of that is really the point.

The part I really found interesting (and post-worthy, it seems) happened at some time before the movie actually started. We were sitting there, watching the previews, I believe, when I heard (or thought I heard, who knows) something very strange. It sounded like the slow release of pressurized gas. Tho this only lasted for a second (and a half?), it seemed time enough for something in my head to concoct the idea that we had all been sealed in the movie theatre, expecting another wonderful treat from the minds of Disney and Pixar, only to be gassed like a North Carolina death-row inmate in 1958.


Now, my dear friends, I am no stranger to passing paranoid thoughts, but this one seems to be the first of it's kind in any recent memory. Upon hearing the sound, I automatically looked around a bit to find its source. I found only that I could see none and that no one around me seemed to have even heard the sound. Perhaps I should have asked if my friends had heard anything. (But do I really want to know??) It seems quite possible that there was no such noise, at least as I thought I heard it. It was a soft kind of sound... maybe I misheard something else that would have been utterly explainable.

Either way, tho, I'm not worried. It's not like I believed that we were actually being gassed. Not even in that moment. Some part of me did, sure, but I know that part was merely acting off of an instant creation of a fantastic situation, given life by way of a fertile imagination and a recent, slight preoccupation with asphyxiation.

Wow... I sound crazy, don't I? Lol. Well do not worry, my friends; after all, real crazy people don't know they're crazy.

And on that note...