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the story of their lives

Aug 18, 2007 10:02

For some years now, I've been in the habit of working to movies. By this I do not mean working out - sadly, that's a habit I've not yet acquired. (Willing spirit, meet weak flesh. WHUMP.) By this I mean that I put the movies on, press Play or Enter or Do Me Now, Fool or whatever the machinery I'm using requires, and then ... don't watch them. Instead, I listen to them. I listen to the stories: stories that I know by heart (as, indeed, I sometimes do the scripts, and even the intonations the actors use to enact them); stories that I also know will make me happy in the end, even if the means to that end are difficult/violent/emotionally wrenching and not everybody I'm fond of makes it through them.

I've not yet figured out how to verbalize why I do this. It has something to do with finding my own story inadequate in various ways, but that's an incomplete and evenly occasionally inaccurate explanation, depending on how said story is going at the time. It has something else to do with hope, that dratted little wingety thing, springing eternal despite all efforts to get it to bloody well stop with the springing already. And it has something further to do with security - with the peace that comes with knowing, for once, how the story ends.

Whatever the rationales, though, I do it a lot. I spend a good many mornings - or even days, if they're like this one - with what a friend of a friend once called my Saturday Morning Cartoons.

Do you? If you do, what are your favorite SMCs?

life, questions

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