Hunger and a movie?
It only takes so much apparently to send my wonderfully fractured mind into a tizzy. Just saw Watchmen. Oh holy poop. Well done sirs. Well done. I'm sure I will see no end of watchmen inspired costumes at dragon con this year. Maybe I'll find my own sexy Dr. Manhattan and make out with him till I'm blue in the face (tee hee).
I realized though that alot of times I identify with much that goes on in these kind of works. Maybe it is just because they are written so well. Maybe it's because I've thought of things in similar ways to some of the characters. I really love Dr. Manhattan as a character and as billy crudup played him.
I was really hungry when I went to see it. Since I was all by me onesies, I couldn't go get food so it has been far more than 12 hours since I last ate. Probably closer to 15 or so. I've been trying to do better about it. One of the main reasons is because it reeks havoc with my mental and emotional well being. Definitely not a cure all, but most assuredly a contributing factor. So, of course, my brain starts analyzing and comparing things in my life with certain traits of the characters flashing before me on screen.
I realized I have a certain amount of emotional detachment that I use as a means of protection. Most people don't get to see alot of what I am actually feeling. I even keep them from myself at times because I don't want to believe I am feeling these things. I tend to play my cards fairly close to my chest with a smile because that is my poker face. Always afraid to gamble because most of the time it hurts. Too much. Sometimes I worry about the parts I let slip and what people will think about it. Sometimes bits of it slip past anyway and I don't realize it until it's too late and it hurts someone or hurts me. I know this is just how life is, but if any of you wants to know what is on my mind/ what's happening, well, here's your chance to get a more than honest look. It's not something I do often because I hate appearing vulnerable but I'm trying to start being more honest with people about these things. If I don't, I might implode.
I used to be upset because Darin didn't tell me what was going on. I know it was my fault too. I didn't tell him either. I'm going to be better about this.
Ok. Brain drained. Love to you all.
I realized though that alot of times I identify with much that goes on in these kind of works. Maybe it is just because they are written so well. Maybe it's because I've thought of things in similar ways to some of the characters. I really love Dr. Manhattan as a character and as billy crudup played him.
I was really hungry when I went to see it. Since I was all by me onesies, I couldn't go get food so it has been far more than 12 hours since I last ate. Probably closer to 15 or so. I've been trying to do better about it. One of the main reasons is because it reeks havoc with my mental and emotional well being. Definitely not a cure all, but most assuredly a contributing factor. So, of course, my brain starts analyzing and comparing things in my life with certain traits of the characters flashing before me on screen.
I realized I have a certain amount of emotional detachment that I use as a means of protection. Most people don't get to see alot of what I am actually feeling. I even keep them from myself at times because I don't want to believe I am feeling these things. I tend to play my cards fairly close to my chest with a smile because that is my poker face. Always afraid to gamble because most of the time it hurts. Too much. Sometimes I worry about the parts I let slip and what people will think about it. Sometimes bits of it slip past anyway and I don't realize it until it's too late and it hurts someone or hurts me. I know this is just how life is, but if any of you wants to know what is on my mind/ what's happening, well, here's your chance to get a more than honest look. It's not something I do often because I hate appearing vulnerable but I'm trying to start being more honest with people about these things. If I don't, I might implode.
I used to be upset because Darin didn't tell me what was going on. I know it was my fault too. I didn't tell him either. I'm going to be better about this.
Ok. Brain drained. Love to you all.