So I was watching this movie (Yeah that's it. No mile-long intro this time. I frankly don't have the time, or patience ) "A Little Bit Of Heaven" (great movie by the way!) and as I was crying uncontrollably and blowing my nose ( very loudly and disgustingly I might add) I realized . .. . . . . nothing.
Yes, indeed. There was no epiphany, no dawning of anything upon me. No strange halo of light surrounding me, nothing, zero. Why you might ask? Don't. I have no answer for you. I am random. Deal with it.
So anyways back to me crying and soiling a perfectly good towel (disgusting I know, but hey there wasn't a napkin nearby). I was being carried away by this wave of emotion that was washing over me, leaving me bleached, erasing my identity and leaving me a whisper in the wind. I ceased to exist. And I loved every minute of it.
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It wasn't the movie. I mean not this movie in particular. It's me. I do that. I get so absorbed in the silver screen. I feel every heartbreak of the protagonist as poignantly as if it were my own, I shed tears of sorrow at the death of a character. I blush like a retard during the romantic scenes, fall off the sofa hysteric with laughter during the funny ones, wring my hands with anticipation during the tense moments and scream obscenities and hurl free advice at the leads when I know they're about to do something stupid.
So in short I go through every spectrum of emotion that life has to offer me all in an hour or two. And like I said love every minute of it.
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Cinema to me is sacred. The theater is my altar and the stars are my deities. Movies offer me a serenity that I desperately need. They give me a break from my life. I drown in the movie and resurface at the end of it, refreshed and rejuvenated. Quality cinema is a gift from the heavens to me. I have always appreciated everything beautiful in life and it is but natural that I would gravitate toward films.
They have so much to offer! Watching a film is like dreaming with your eyes open. It's an insight into the working of the human mind. A direct route to the soul of a human being. It's satisfying that tiny part in you that still believes in magic and unicorns and happy endings.
I have always been a movie buff but its only recently that I have acknowledged the important niche they occupy in my life. Anything that strengthens my belief in life is dear to me actually. It is not only movies that capture my fancy and make my heart skip a beat. In fact all multi-media manage to serenade me pretty well. Books and songs have their place high up in the list, TV too. Sleep also. I love sleeping. It's my most favorite thing to do in the world.
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Anything that whisks me away from reality gets me hooked. I love it when I get the chance to forget the rest of the world and be suspended in limbo with nothing to worry about. It's flying, floating in a pool of cool water. It's like dreaming with your eyes open. (I said that already didn't I?) Like getting high but without any of the harmful side-effects. It's not like I have anything against reality but then everyone needs to blow off steam once in a while and I guess movies are my way of doing that! I am a worrywart. And left to my own devices I would probably convince myself that the world is all dark and evil and smelly. And would probably grow up to be a lonely old woman sitting in a corner cackling away to herself about the latest conspiracy theories.
Stuff like cinema, books and music play their part in keeping me normal and sane. They are by my opinion the pinnacle of mankind's evolution. They make me feel. They restore my faith in humanity and let me see the bright side of things. They are the sweet nothings that help me endure. They are the side dish to the amazing main course: Life.
source: http://www.empowernetwork.com/jlaguerre91/files/2013/03/winning-at-life.jpg
Yes, indeed. There was no epiphany, no dawning of anything upon me. No strange halo of light surrounding me, nothing, zero. Why you might ask? Don't. I have no answer for you. I am random. Deal with it.
So anyways back to me crying and soiling a perfectly good towel (disgusting I know, but hey there wasn't a napkin nearby). I was being carried away by this wave of emotion that was washing over me, leaving me bleached, erasing my identity and leaving me a whisper in the wind. I ceased to exist. And I loved every minute of it.
source: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPszvwP4B0BAQB5-qlQx8xEG89aVK6t1BY30jPqw07F_g9BQqaFhLEzqOQbytmjfTKJWGd6n0UiL1HllGbyQ_YvJ_n0yvHvl8Fi4Z_lgXozHIE_3KogRrQ5nozx0yj1n5dJQPplUwkN-c/s1600/ALBOH_Quad2.jpg
It wasn't the movie. I mean not this movie in particular. It's me. I do that. I get so absorbed in the silver screen. I feel every heartbreak of the protagonist as poignantly as if it were my own, I shed tears of sorrow at the death of a character. I blush like a retard during the romantic scenes, fall off the sofa hysteric with laughter during the funny ones, wring my hands with anticipation during the tense moments and scream obscenities and hurl free advice at the leads when I know they're about to do something stupid.
So in short I go through every spectrum of emotion that life has to offer me all in an hour or two. And like I said love every minute of it.
source: http://learntoembracethestruggle.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/kid-laughing.jpg
Cinema to me is sacred. The theater is my altar and the stars are my deities. Movies offer me a serenity that I desperately need. They give me a break from my life. I drown in the movie and resurface at the end of it, refreshed and rejuvenated. Quality cinema is a gift from the heavens to me. I have always appreciated everything beautiful in life and it is but natural that I would gravitate toward films.
They have so much to offer! Watching a film is like dreaming with your eyes open. It's an insight into the working of the human mind. A direct route to the soul of a human being. It's satisfying that tiny part in you that still believes in magic and unicorns and happy endings.
I have always been a movie buff but its only recently that I have acknowledged the important niche they occupy in my life. Anything that strengthens my belief in life is dear to me actually. It is not only movies that capture my fancy and make my heart skip a beat. In fact all multi-media manage to serenade me pretty well. Books and songs have their place high up in the list, TV too. Sleep also. I love sleeping. It's my most favorite thing to do in the world.
source: http://maternityinstitute.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/how-much-sleep-does-my-child-need1.jpg
Anything that whisks me away from reality gets me hooked. I love it when I get the chance to forget the rest of the world and be suspended in limbo with nothing to worry about. It's flying, floating in a pool of cool water. It's like dreaming with your eyes open. (I said that already didn't I?) Like getting high but without any of the harmful side-effects. It's not like I have anything against reality but then everyone needs to blow off steam once in a while and I guess movies are my way of doing that! I am a worrywart. And left to my own devices I would probably convince myself that the world is all dark and evil and smelly. And would probably grow up to be a lonely old woman sitting in a corner cackling away to herself about the latest conspiracy theories.
Stuff like cinema, books and music play their part in keeping me normal and sane. They are by my opinion the pinnacle of mankind's evolution. They make me feel. They restore my faith in humanity and let me see the bright side of things. They are the sweet nothings that help me endure. They are the side dish to the amazing main course: Life.
source: http://www.empowernetwork.com/jlaguerre91/files/2013/03/winning-at-life.jpg
