I finally dug into the new Netflix phenomenon Bird Box. It has me feeling some type of way.

I had seen this thing pop up every time I would open Netflix. I thought the picture looked stupid, so I didn't bother. I also had no idea it had Sandra Bullock in it. If I knew that, I wouldn't have cared if the picture said "DON'T WATCH THIS MOVIE." I'd still watch it, because I love her with my whole soul. That's not important.

Anyway, I started seeing reactions to this weird-looking movie all over my social media feeds (@Bmothedj, by the way, if you're looking for someone awesome to follow). It was happening more and more as the week wore on, so I left work last night at midnight and went home and threw it on. That was my first mistake. One should not embark on the adventure of watching a horror movie in the dark after midnight. It's just stupid.

The movie itself was great, but it sent terror through my bones on what was now Christmas morning. I now had to try and find some way to sleep while fearing that some weird creatures were coming to kill me. It was just an all-around horrific idea. I definitely slept for all of six whole seconds. That's what it felt like, at least.

That's how Bird Box ruined my Christmas, but it also was an amazing decision. Why, you ask? How on earth could this be a good decision? Twitter, that's why. The memes all over Twitter about this movie were unbelievably amazing. I mean, I saw them before, but they didn't make any sense to me. After seeing it and understanding them, Twitter was all I needed all day to keep myself entertained while doing mandatory "family time." So thank you, Twitter, and thank you, Bird Box, for ruining but then fixing my Christmas.