I Like Stories
I've been told in the past that I am not a pleasant person to watch things with. Like, television or movies or live theatre... Things with stories to them. Concerts are okay, I guess. The same holds true for reading. When I am reading, you probably don't want to be around me.
I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.
Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).
The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.
I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.
People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).
I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.
I swear there was a point here.
Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.
Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?
I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.
Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).
The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.
I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.
People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).
I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.
I swear there was a point here.
Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.
Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?