Tolkien, like so many other interests of my past, is still embedded in the metaphorical DNA that has shaped me into who I am. Thus Tolkien, like so many other interests of my past, will forever remain in my heart. As fond (albeit bittersweet) memories. And Tolkien, like so many other interests of my past, occasionally pays my nostalgic side a visit. Usually with a mighty ram. To make sure I can't ignore it. Which is how I caved in and watched LOTR for the first time in roughly six years. What caught me completely off guard, was how much harder they hit me. It's been a while now, since I finally accepted that I am soft and cry easily. But breaking down to bitter, painful, squeaky sobs is reserved for special events. Such as every loss and sign of affection, apparently. (Closest similar experience was when I watched the Gravity Falls finale wow that hurt like a motherfucker) I just wanted some distraction! If I had wanted an abstract dagger puncturing my chest for twelve hours, I think I would have asked for it. Except, why the hell would I do that?!
It is tempting to make a collage. ... But I know I am going to give up after a few skjermdumper
other observations: Kissing still sounds and looks gross, and I can't believe people honestly enjoy it.
Middle Earth is so wild and raw, and I kind of fell a little bit in love with it all over again. I remember the outline of most of my daydreams from fifteen years ago (damn)
Holy fuck I can't actually believe how much I've changed in those fifteen years
(I miss watching these films at Colosseum... at the same time, of course, I will forever despise all those who ruined every marathon with applauding as if the future of the universe depended on it. Movie marathons aren't really for those who actually care about the movies, really. More, it's for people who go to events just so they can brag of having been there. People who do a standing ovation every time, not because what they experienced deserved it, but because they need to show everyone that hell yeah I enjoyed that more than you, sucker! They make me want to scream.
... I wonder if I will ever get over this issue.)
I watched the Hobbit trilogy, too... because. ... it's part of the set. Haven't watched those since they were in the cinema. Because. ... melancholy. And Alfrid. Oh, how much better it would have been without him.