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If I had a deep and dark secret to tell I would. But the sad thing is, I really don't. Every single piece of me is known by some person, whether it's someone who I'm close too or someone that I can't stand. My best friends know my personality. My worst enemies know my weaknesses. There is nothing that is left for the unknown. That 'train of thought' that can let you wonder about something. For instance, I can look at someone I know and make one thought fascinating just because of the wonder behind the entire thing. The imagination put behind it, where I could think anything is possible and any scenario could be some sort of a possibility.
I watched The Number 23 again tonight. It was the second time I watched it, and I tried to pick up every little piece that I didn't pick up the first time. I caught a couple. Something about coffee that reveals who the killer is, a few more 23s and pieces that people probably wouldn't pick up on because they watch the movie for the movie, not to actually try to think about it. I find it way more interesting than I should. Not just the thought about the entire 23 thing. Every little bit of that movie has some sort of a twisting purpose to it. I'm starting to think that I look for pieces that the directors and writers didn't even mean to put into the movie, and it just happens by coincedence that I point it out. It's not obsession if that's what you're thinking, because I don't sit there and try and point out a million 23s (unless I'm with Derek and we're mocking it or just doing it for fun). I've just become very aware of things. When I watch a movie or read a book I get very absorbed in details.
Knit-picky I guess. Very precise about everything. Doesn't matter what it is. I'm a perfectionist. Which I guess I could say comes from my parents. If I can call those two disgusting filthy creatures parents. I don't live a life of my own. That's the simplest way to put it. They try to control every aspect of my life no matter what it is, and I'm sick of it to be truly honest. The need everything to be exact. Everything right to the point that they set it. I can't mess with it, or try to change it what-so-ever because then they lose control. 11 o'clock curfew, friends out of the house by 10, no one at the house when they aren't home, no swimming in the brand new pool because it's a liability. The list could really go on and on to tell you the truth. If I ever want to stay out later than 11, there's an argument and I'm lucky to get any sort of compromise. It's because of the things like that, that lead me to constantly disobey them.
I watched The Number 23 again tonight. It was the second time I watched it, and I tried to pick up every little piece that I didn't pick up the first time. I caught a couple. Something about coffee that reveals who the killer is, a few more 23s and pieces that people probably wouldn't pick up on because they watch the movie for the movie, not to actually try to think about it. I find it way more interesting than I should. Not just the thought about the entire 23 thing. Every little bit of that movie has some sort of a twisting purpose to it. I'm starting to think that I look for pieces that the directors and writers didn't even mean to put into the movie, and it just happens by coincedence that I point it out. It's not obsession if that's what you're thinking, because I don't sit there and try and point out a million 23s (unless I'm with Derek and we're mocking it or just doing it for fun). I've just become very aware of things. When I watch a movie or read a book I get very absorbed in details.
Knit-picky I guess. Very precise about everything. Doesn't matter what it is. I'm a perfectionist. Which I guess I could say comes from my parents. If I can call those two disgusting filthy creatures parents. I don't live a life of my own. That's the simplest way to put it. They try to control every aspect of my life no matter what it is, and I'm sick of it to be truly honest. The need everything to be exact. Everything right to the point that they set it. I can't mess with it, or try to change it what-so-ever because then they lose control. 11 o'clock curfew, friends out of the house by 10, no one at the house when they aren't home, no swimming in the brand new pool because it's a liability. The list could really go on and on to tell you the truth. If I ever want to stay out later than 11, there's an argument and I'm lucky to get any sort of compromise. It's because of the things like that, that lead me to constantly disobey them.