My Cinematical Mind

I don't always have the firmest grip on reality.

Once, walking into a friend's empty kitchen to find the sink faucet on, I concluded that it was in fact the work of demons (i.e. the opening scene of The Ring- you know something bad is coming when appliances start to act of their own accord) and ran from the room screaming/laughing, until someone went in and turned it off.

I watch a lot of movies and, on occasion, they distort my life a little bit.

I tend to worry that men will come into my house and shoot me while I sleep (Capote), or that all of my friends will meet untimely and gruesome deaths because of my thirst for knowledge and unwillingness to accept the natural circle of life (Frankenstein).

My sense of logic is not entirely unhinged, for there is some small part of me that always knows these situations are a tad unrealistic. Even so, I sometimes find myself in a hybrid world of fact and fiction. I take in my surroundings and let my imagination do what it will (don't worry though, no singing cartoon penguins here. I'm not that far gone just yet).

But for the sake of preserving my status as a functioning member of society, it's probably a good thing that people can't hear my thoughts.