I wake up every day with a new craving. Yesterday I wanted to read all letters Theodore wrote in the movie Her. And not just the ones they showed in the movie.
Today I woke up wanting to be Celine from Before Sunrise. I want to go to a beautiful city far away, bump into whimsy and smart stranger who I will walk with all night. Read poetry. I will tell him all I know about constellations and black holes. He will tell me about his favorite books. I will ask him to read The God of Small Things. We won’t agree on Fight Club being the best movie ever, but I will forgive him for his opinion eventually.
Do you see how unhealthy this is? It bothers me so much that it hinders my daily routine, which is half the definition of ‘disorder’ anyway (ref. Psychology textbook).
