I’m pleased to report that I am still feeling fine, and have no compulsion to talk about anything bad. The longer this has gone on, the more convinced I have become that my problems over the last few years were just down to my age and drink – looking back over the old Rants pages certainly backs that up. It’s disheartening in a way as I honestly didn’t realise it at the time – at the time, it all felt so bad – which leads to the conclusion that I could be going through exactly the same thing at the moment, feeling good purely because of come uncontrollable chemical combination that’ll slip away sometime in the future. Certainly my genetics would seem to predispose me to crapness – my dad’s whole life is littered with these problems, I’ve come to discover, and my mum is perhaps even worse because you …read more.
I’m not a very emotional person in the sense of immediately reacting to stuff and crying at things, but occasionally for some reason I find myself welling up and getting all teary-eyed like a big wussy nonce. I’ve decided this is a bad thing because, well, I feel bad when I cry. Yet at the same time I’m not sure whether this should be on the Woohoo! page, really, because these few films are the only ones that have ever touched me this strongly. I cried at the end of Monsters Inc., when Sulley and Boo get the chance to see each other again… I really was crying, sat in the cinema with my little sisters and a bunch of eight year-olds all around me sat stony-faced or laughing their jaffers off. Hmmmm. The end of Amelie also got me, recently, when she thinks her chance has passed her by …read more.
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