Escaping from reality
The Return of the King is showing today. 2++ hours of losing one's self in cinematic magic. Everyone's raving. I don't know when I'll catch it but most likely before the next week is out. It has been a while since I last let myself get absorbed and lost in some artist's flights of fantasy.
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Just a little over a week from now, I will be on my beloved island again. Once again I'm getting that desire to get away from it all. Maybe a deserved break, after everything that has been happening to me in the past few months. Funny, though, how "EVERYTHING" all just really boils down to ONE......*sigh*
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I'm almost out of money for the week, and I just got my salary two days ago. I think I really need to get a plan. Globe and Smart just switched all prepaid customers to a 24-hour flat rate. Bad for me. No more excuse not to call during the day, shorter talk hours at night which is when I usually make my calls.
But if you think about it, why call at all? Does it change things? Hardly. Will things change if I DON'T call? I'm not sure. All I know is, if I were my usual objective self right now, I'd be giving my load-abusing self a swift kick in the butt and maybe a good hard smack on the noggin.
The almost nightly phone calls... those, too, are part of my escape from reality. As long as the conversation doesn't drift to certain topics (like certain other people and present status) it's almost, ALMOST like when somehow things were still right in my world.