About a year ago, when I was crashing with some friends who happen to be total nerds, Star Trek TNG was playing on their giant television. More often than not, before half of any episode, usually a lot sooner than that, I was able to point out what the mystery was. You know: It's a dream. The alien with the blue skin is doing this out of revenge. It was that plant he ate. Whatever. My roommate was shocked. "Have you seen all these before?" "No," says I. "How do you know?"
Having spent about half my life watching television and reading pop fiction I have a knack for those kinds of things. Reading TV Tropes is enlightening and humbling, but TNG is cake. Ehh, perhaps just the butter.
I don't want to know what happens at the end of the show or movie. I want to be surprised, god dammit. I don't want to know what's inside the box before I open my gift.
In my newage days I sought strongly after developing my sense of intuition. After a while I stopped because A) my guts have shit for brains and B) I don't want to know. I really don't.
When I get that rumble in my belly telling me how something is going to work out with another person (and you know, maybe our guts just tell us the things our brains cover up with a fancy lace and mesh-work designed to filter out what we can easily see with out eyes. Our minds are complex things and I certainly don't trust mine. Maybe that's just what intuition is for, catching all the shit your mind refuses to deal with because it has more important shit to do, like eat.) I don't ignore it. Intuition may not be magical, and thank goodness for that, but it's not a fucking unicorn or the tooth fairy, is it?
I'm not one to get paranoid or jealous or insecure when it comes to relationships. I eat the cheeseburger and indigestion be damned. But when you feel regret and indecision and second-guessing about moving over 4000 miles away from your friends, job, and family coming off in waves from your SO, and you pick up on all those little cues that people don't realize they give off in their small words and action..well, even shit for brains get you somewhere. And nowhere, really, because what are you going to DO about it?
In the end, I just want to be surprised.
Damn. Hope it works out, Alty. :sad:
I just hope I never have to watch Star Trek ever again.
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Oh, man. :(
Quote from: Alty on November 27, 2011, 09:43:25 PM
I just hope I never have to watch Star Trek ever again.
That would be awful. :(
And more seriously, I think it's probably the holidays, and missing loved ones, that's maybe coloring her actions, and perhaps not a permanent thing. Being a moody and introspective girl, I can testify that these sorts of melancholy trips happen and then go away, but not being there, I couldn't even say i'm pretty sure. So feel better, and try not to freak out too bad, okay? I think things will work out fine. i hope for you, anyway.
Alty, don't buy trouble where there isn't any.
Funny--I'm tired of being surprised. Have had enough "surprises" to last me the REST of this lifetime--and my family tend to live into their 80's and 90's.
And I always figure out murder mysteries after 3 decades of reading them, so I know the feeling of not being terribly entertained by simple plots.