I painted my eyes in honor of my dear, sweet Steve Rogers this past Sunday (all while wearing my tribute tee shirt and my comic book styled Nikes). I dragged my mother to sit in line with me at the movie theater for about an hour and a half, parked next to some kids (one with a smart phone and the other with a Hulk toy), all of us waiting to get in on a weekend showing of The Avengers. It was worth the company and the wait. All two and a half of sitting there between sips of diet Coke and giggles louder than the dialogue on screen.
The problem with it was the awkward feeling you get after it. The fact you don’t know where to put yourself. You want more, but, there isn’t exactly more of what you want. There’s similar. There’s other versions. There’s histories, alternate universes, endless discussion, fan works, and crying in your bedroom because you don’t have enough spare change to go to the movies again.
(I’m kidding about the crying part. I think.)
It is a strange afterglow when you finish something. When you finish anything, really. When you close the last page of the best book you’ve read in a while, you want to tear out all the pages, sew them together and make a blanket to sleep under. DVDs and Sleep Timers exist for this very reason. There is often a constant drone of Star Trek (2009) in the background when I am doing things.
It is probably the best feeling of loving something. Where it washes over you and you feel like the most awkward child on the planet, refreshing the Internet over and over again.
I feel sorry for the people who never feel like this about things, who don’t understand the pull of an obsessive personality about something. How you’re a little grateful when it shifts to something new because then, at least, you have something to look forward to. I wouldn’t want anything else other this, you know?
But man, that fricken’ Avengers?
So fucking good.
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I get like this about so many things, too often. Or I feel like I get too obsessive far too often. Television shows, authors, music – all of it I get completely immersed in. I used to think it was unhealthy, because it meant I was so far detached from 'real life' (whatever the hell that means anyway). And I was always thinking about this other thing, in the back of my head the thought was always present. For the longest time I thought I needed to just sort of become like everyone else, even though I wasn't sure what that meant, I just didn't think that everyone had something they were enamored with. Eventually, I stopped beating myself up about it, because my 'obsessions' weren't unhealthy or destructive, in fact they helped me get through my day. Having that good book at the end of the day or that amazing record kept me going or the knowledge that soon I'd be able to paint or write. Passion is what makes one truly alive and I don't believe there are rules or guidelines for it. It can mean anything. But the fact remains life is worth living when you have something you're really interested in.
Melissa, I have been enjoying your blog immensely. Thank you for always writing and more importantly for putting up with me and reading through my comments.
I can completely relate to the emptiness after finishing something you love. Recently, my boyfriend and I just rewatched the Lord of the Rings movies, and I've already seen them, read the books, etc, but I didn't want it to end all over again. I wanted it to keep going! At least with the Avengers, there seems to be a new movie coming out soon. I definitely enjoyed the most recent one – Captain America was so handsome! Glad you enjoyed it too <3
I could swear I responded to this! Gosh! I am so sorry!
I enjoy the obsession – I am glad it isn't just me that feels that way. They do help me get through the day. Even engaging in almost-strange or seriously awkward discussions regarding the stuff you're currently obsessed about.
I am really glad you love it here. I hope to keep you around :) your blog is a lovely bit of wonder too! If You're more than free to find me other places and chat me down there too, no worries!
Yeah! My girlfriend has been getting old backissues of comics and telling me about the good parts over the phone and stuff, so, there is a lot to be a part of. I've always been a Younger Avengers fan, so I know a little bit about the universe, but, not enough – which means the fun part of throwing yourself into the back stuff starts now!
He was really handsome, you're sooo right. :) Thanks for coming around, hon!
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