Not sure if my sinus/head cold whatever, what have you, mind mess is making me happy, but I am feeling very chipper at the moment. I thought I would share this Nick Hornby’s Pep Talk; maybe someone else needs a “pep talk?” Nick Hornby is rock awesome. I enjoy his writings and I find him to be an interesting person because he is so dullishly human. That makes the best types of people.
Nothing grand and spectacular, but that is exactly what makes us so magnificent! In the boring, mundane tasks of life, we live amazing adventures. There was a movie that I liked very much, the movie was a bit grim, it was about an evil spirit that latched onto people through touch, turning them into killers.The movie is Fallen (1998).
I found the movie fascinating for several reasons. I have always been intrigued by serial killers, spiritual things that seem to have no explanations, mystery/thriller films can grab my attention – even cheesy ones! It feeds some sort pleasure spot in my brain, probably because I watched so much Alfred Hitchcock while growing up. Speaking of which, look at this! Hitchcock, woot! I do want to see this. Hitchcock is another person who I enjoy to read about and watch biographies.
Anthony Hopkins, yay!
So, the movie Fallen, what is my tangent? Whenever I think of this movie or if I am out and about people watching while doing my shopping, the concept of being affected by another person is triggered in my mind. There have been many occasions when I felt as if I was morphed into another realm, seeing inside of the person I just had contact with. I normally do not let people touch me because I am highly sensitive to their emotions and it does feel like parts of them are latching on to me.
I think this is another reason why this movie has been one that stuck in my brain. I have had people touch me and then, all the sudden I became angry, giggly, sad, happy, and I would have no idea why. It happened often when I would pray for people, I could literally go from feeling very content and happy to depressed and as though my heart was broken into pieces.
This can happen without touching people also. Their words, even if fictional, can sink into my core and I will feel and become the emotion of the character. I have struggled with this, but after pondering over it a bit, I think I should grab hold of it as a gift and funnel it into writing. For years, I have been confused by it. I have been confused by my emotions. They are all jumbled being mixed up with others, I suppose. There have only been a few times in my life when I was not confused by what I felt and I understood it fully.
I became confused for other reasons, but my emotions I knew because they were so distinct and clear. That does not happen for me very much. It makes me chipper to think upon some those times and know what I felt in those moments. I will cling to them and embrace them with all of my heart.
Look, I know that I am babbling and quite honestly, I do not know if I am making any sense, but I feel like I need to write this gibberish out. Maybe someone knows what I am talking about or maybe they will get entertainment from my dullishly humdrum musings. La la la
For some reason I have Nick Hornby and David Gray connected in my mind. I cannot think of one without the other. They have a similar feel to me – I am not sure how to explain it. Kind of like a silvery, bluish, sparkly tealish color of trails that dance about. Song for the day. (It is triggering a poem.) LOVE these lyrics! David Gray – Foundling Lyrics
While I am at it I am posting some pictures … I think they are jolly.