But then, it’s better than renting the same movie again. And then again. Which they are aware of, that some of us who have never grown out of childhood still do. Watch the same movie over and over again. Again.
And it’s so dangerous. Like listening to a song over and over and over until you know it by heart and you’re tired of it then sick of it and in short order never ever want to hear it ever ever again.
I rented The Hand That Rocks the Cradle a couple days ago. And watched it again. I was obsessed with it in the early nineties when it came out. And I still know it scene by scene almost line by line.
Kids watch movies over and over and read the same books over and over. Heard about parents’ misery over the Frozen theme? But it seems that most adults outgrow this thing, whatever it is.
My elder son is autistic/Asperger’s. And he watches the same shit over and over and over and over. As do I. The big difference between us is that I am willing to watch new things too. So that I can maybe fall in love with something else and watch it over and over and over again. I have wondered if the lines between bipolar and OCD and ADHD and ADD and all the other thingims are so thin and possibly just variants of the same thing. Maybe we are all just watching a record spinning round and round and that record is our lives and our lives are an endless series of repetitions and every second is so similar to every other second that maybe watching something so familiar that I know exactly what’s going to happen is an elixir of some sort. Or something. A sense of control. So familiar.
And what a lot I’ve lost. Owning things. Having control. Never again the running slide down the waxed hallway to land plop in front of the black and white and watch The Ten Commandments again. Every year. Never again cajoling forcing myself to stay awake until after Shock Theater so I could watch Star Trek. Never again. I have it all just where I want it. Just one click.
I would sooner give up my running water than my Internet. And my fridge. Maybe even heat. Definitely air conditioning. Maybe sugar. Certainly my car. Yes.
And as for TV, it’s no big thing. I did without at Vermont College. And at Bread Loaf. And at Dairy Hollow. But not without Internet. Same with cell phone. Nobody gets a signal at Bread Loaf. It’s famous for it. But I did have Internet. And you can watch movies on the Internet, of course.
Maybe everybody in America should have to generate half our power kicking one of those soccer balls about. To give us a sense of just how much we’re using. And to cure the obesity problem. Or perhaps blow on pinwheels all day to power our computers. Or cycle three hours to power the microwave. Or something such along those lines.
Oh, and my E-reader. Pretty much saving my eyes just now.
I just paid for Bridget Jones Diary. And I’m going to buy Love Actually. And Pride and Prejudice if I can find it. Bought Gone Girl yesterday. Got to love Amazon.