Movie-addict

I discovered that movie can be a total addiction. By this I do not mean to love to go to the movies, but that to fall for certain movies and to have to watch them repeatedly. It’s a mental illness, I confess, that especially occurs when I’m down or lost. My mind drifts away with memories and a familiar movie is the only thing that brings me back to reality.

The sickness first occurred when I dumped my ex-bf. Although I played the bad guy and said goodbye, the harm seemed to back fired and I missed him terribly. On this one day, I could hardly swallow my meal because of the usual ache in heart when I spotted the DVD, “Legally Blonde,” he gave to me before we broke up. I started to watch and was immediately attracted to the independent and pretty leading female character. She burnt from head to toe to get into Harvard law school only to find her boyfriend engaged. However, she managed to overcome the difficulties on school works and graduate with honor.

The thing is, I just got into graduate school at that time and was having trouble adjusting to the conservative and even hostile atmosphere (no detail should be mentioned here, though). The film somehow eased my nerves and I gained confidence to face the world out there. For a while since then, I had watched the movie several times a day until I could memorize and sometimes imitate all the lines and actions in it. I noticed how sick I was but I couldn’t stop.

The syndrome had last for almost half a year, and I saw “Bridget Jones Diary.” Again I was obsessed but this time less severe. I admire the courage of this fat and very ordinary girl who finds her true love: a rigid but sincere man. By chance this man, played by British actor Colin Firth, bares resemblance to a man I secretly fanaticize. As a result, I started watching the film tirelessly even till today.

Anyway, love is my poison and film is my drug. I wonder if I shall ever recover! The point is, gentlemen, that I might never want to.