Sleepless...in NOVA

So I think finally found the source of my addiction to romance.

When I was very young, my mother took me to the theater and I saw what I would now call my number one favorite romantic movie of all time: Sleepless in Seattle.

It was the first time I was introduced to the magic that love is and could be. I was hooked.

I recently came to this epiphany when I watched the movie again for the first time in ages last week. I was just as bad as the characters in the movie during the scene where they were talking along with the dialogue in another romantic classic "An Affair to Remember". Haha I too was sitting there and quoting, I didn't catch myself saying anything until the part where it says, "...we've already missed the spring."


Then...I had to laugh at myself. It is what it is.

It was then that I realized that I was just as bad as these women in the movie, crying about this impossible relationship in a movie within a movie (insert lame joke about "Movie-ception" and...done).

It was also the moment I realized that I am addicted to impossible (or seemingly impossible) romantic stories and relationships. I just can't seem to get enough of these angsty main characters who in someway seem easy to relate to on some level.

Not sure why I am writing about this but I have noticed that when the magic of relationships go, I sleep a whole lot less. Not sure why, but I'm pretty sure it stems from some sort of residual separation anxiety I picked up as a child long before this movie. I just don't sleep so well when in a room by myself.

The good thing about it is I get to work on the more creative aspects of my life like my art, my music, and my introspective musings that I have an affinity for posting to this blog. The other good thing is it leaves me open to indulge in my romantic movie addictions.

I suppose getting that fix helps me cope with what has been, at least on some level, a less than spectacular past in relationships. I long for something that magical to exist in my life but with each passing year it gets harder and harder to cope.

Perhaps this is a bit too honest for posting to the internet for all to see but so be it. I am not a fan of doing things in half measures. When I choose to do something, I follow through. When I choose to love, I love with all of my heart soul and being. What good is doing things at half measure anyhow? Perhaps a false sense of protecting one's self from risk of failure should plans not work out or risk of a broken heart or ego in the case of love, but you miss out on so much more.


Anyways that's my little thought for the day.

Two songs from the soundtrack (which I also adore, I listened to it far more than I EVER watched the movie. It's part of my childhood.)

When I Fall in Love

Make Someone Happy