Kimberly (kimberly_a) wrote,
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Something Good Bears Repeating

I think I'm going to go see Peter Pan again tomorrow. It's like crack.

Shannon thinks I'm insane for seeing a movie this many times. I've tried to explain to him that I just don't get tired of stuff. I could eat the same thing every day, bike the same route, play the same card game with him each evening, listen to the same album on iTunes, and watch the same movie. Every. Single. Day. Yes, eventually I tire of whatever it is, but it takes me a while.

In college, I went through a phase during which I ate nothing but spaghetti. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. Nothing but spaghetti, for weeks. I was poor, so it was spaghetti with just a faint pinkish tinge of sauce. But I never got tired of it. Until I started eating corn for every meal, instead.

During the same period of time when I was dining exclusively on spaghetti, my roommates and I watched Disney's The Little Mermaid every single day. We knew not only the songs but the dialogue by heart. Notice, it was not just me. Two other grown women were involved.

When I was working at Wilsted & Taylor and had an hour-long walk to work, I would listen to the same album on my Walkman during my walk there and my walk home, every single day, for weeks, until I found another album that appealed to me more. I remember listening to Queen's Greatest Hits for months with no break. I would also listen to the same tape over and over all day in my office, until the guy in the next office (his name was J.M.) would come in and scream at me that I was driving him insane. He particularly disliked Paul Simon's Graceland, probably because I played it so many days in a row.

I've seen the movie A Room With A View more than a dozen times. I've seen Casablanca at least 10 times. I've seen Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet at least a dozen times, as well. Truly, Madly, Deeply: more like 8 times. The Sound of Music: probably 20 times (most of them when I was under the age of 10). Ferris Bueller's Day Off: perhaps 8 times. The Princess Bride: at least 10 (how else could I quote the entire speech given by the Impressive Clergyman? Mawiage ... mawiage is what bwings us togevvah today. Mawiage, dat bwessed awangement, dat dweam wivvin a dweam...). I think I've probably seen So I Married An Axe-Murderer half a dozen times, too (how else could I recite so much of Charlie's atrocious poetry? Harriet, Harri-et, hard-hearted harbinger of haggis...).

So, basically, what I'm saying is that when I love something, I loooooooooooooove it.

It does not seem at all strange to me to go see Peter Pan for the fourth time.

Part of this, I'm sure, is that my mom feels the same way. I grew up going to see The Sound of Music with her in the theatres repeatedly, over and over and over again. We bought movies on video disc (before the age of VCRs) and watched them, as a family, over and over and over again. So I've been doing this my whole life. Doesn't seem strange to me.

Shannon thinks it's weird. That's okay. He's weird, too. Just in different ways than I am.
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