True Love Story
I had a thought. Rare as I try to make that, it happened. And when it happens, I feel that I should share the thing or else it will just stay in my head alone and get stuck there all lonely. Believe me, my head is a dangerous place to feel lonely... so, anyway, on to my thought.
I was thinking about movies today, and that I'll be taking them with me to college. This led my overactive imagination to think about conversations I'll have about my collection and which are my favorites. The Princess Bride is still my favorite movie of all time, though I haven't watched it in probably a year. I then started thinking (this is when the thought happened), 'why haven't I watched my favorite movie in so long?' Well, it is clearly because of the Princess Bride overload I got during the play. However, when I began thinking about it (thought dangerously approaching), the play, rehearsals, all of it seemed like a long repressed dream. It doesn't feel real in my head, like it never actually happened. Then I got to thinking about other plays that I've done (code red thought alert). None of them seem real in my mind either. Like the memories are all in sepia and fuzzy to boot. Then it hit me (GROUND ZERO): they don't seem real because they're not. All a play is is a portrayal of something from the imagination. All the rehearsals, all the performances, everything about it is from the imagination. Therefore, for me at least, it all feels like an imaginary memory. I just thought (hehe) that that thought (okay, i need to stop with the thinking) was odd and should be shared becasue, hey, I have this thing called a Live Journal and that's why it's here: for me to post this random crap that I come up with when I'm driving home late at night! K, I'm good.
I was thinking about movies today, and that I'll be taking them with me to college. This led my overactive imagination to think about conversations I'll have about my collection and which are my favorites. The Princess Bride is still my favorite movie of all time, though I haven't watched it in probably a year. I then started thinking (this is when the thought happened), 'why haven't I watched my favorite movie in so long?' Well, it is clearly because of the Princess Bride overload I got during the play. However, when I began thinking about it (thought dangerously approaching), the play, rehearsals, all of it seemed like a long repressed dream. It doesn't feel real in my head, like it never actually happened. Then I got to thinking about other plays that I've done (code red thought alert). None of them seem real in my mind either. Like the memories are all in sepia and fuzzy to boot. Then it hit me (GROUND ZERO): they don't seem real because they're not. All a play is is a portrayal of something from the imagination. All the rehearsals, all the performances, everything about it is from the imagination. Therefore, for me at least, it all feels like an imaginary memory. I just thought (hehe) that that thought (okay, i need to stop with the thinking) was odd and should be shared becasue, hey, I have this thing called a Live Journal and that's why it's here: for me to post this random crap that I come up with when I'm driving home late at night! K, I'm good.