Filled Frame Love
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Do you ever feel the urge to confess? Not by way of penitence, or guilt relief. I mean confessing little things about yourself that you know no one would really care too much about and that don't necessarily weigh on your mind. They're more like little squeaks in the background that irritate or pressure you, just slightly, for release. Okay, you can tell me I'm crazy at any time. I won't hold it against you. Well, not for long at least.
I have had this urge come up a lot in the last few weeks. I can't say that I understand why or what to do about it. I keep thinking "maybe I should blog about *** or *** " and then I think... "really, these people don't want to hear about your ridiculous quirks."
But, they do say confession is good for the soul, and I can't know what it is I might get out of it if I don't try it.
Okay... here goes... and I do warn you, it's not going to be exciting or anything.....
A-hem. I... fall in love... with characters... from books, film and television because they are unobtainable. I get mad crushes on them, idealizing them even more than they already are, daydream about them, even, at brief moments, consider altering my life in some way to more approximate their world. Dumb? Yep! Immature, silly, kinda sad? yep yep yep.
Alright universe, what's this gunna teach me?