I have got back from watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Think I’m too old for it? think what you like, I don’t care) and I feel down. Don’t know why. I felt the same after watching the first one Philosopher’s Stone. I think it has something to do with knowing that I can’t experience the exhileration of flying around on a broom, I can’t hear the crowd roar as I catch a snitch, I haven’t got the type of friends one has when one is 12, and I am not 12 any more.
The film (which I enjoyed immensely) seems to rub it in. So did the first one. And so do many films that I watch.
Oh yes. Terribly. But I will work out my plan one day…my plan to actually figure out a way to do everything they do in the movies. Could take me a while, though. But I have faith.
I get blue too, but not really because of the movie’s contents: If I really liked the movie I get depressed when I realize I can’t own it for several months. No Chamber of Secrets or Santa Clause 2 until next year! <sniffs sadly>
I get this pretty often. It’s like “Okay, the movie’s over. Back to reality.” Ho hum. The movie is a temporary escape for me, and then when it’s over, it’s like…
I feel like this all the time I go to the cinema. Its becoming worse as I get older and it is stopping me from going. I Thinks its the realisation that maybe life isn’t as exciting as in the movies. I suppose it could be worse though and I am very lucky as far as life goes. I should count all my blessings. But it does effect me a little at the time.
Yeah. Time does funny things as some people age & others don’t.
Sucks to realize that Hermione is older than my son in college (or that she’d find him one Hell of a hottie). Or that RK is pretty damn hot in her own right.
Or that RK Rowling has had the Living Hell harassed out of her to the point where if she ever mentions her work and any possible regrets, headlines around the world read “RK Rowling ‘Apologizes’ for Killing Dumbledore…!”.
Yeah, yeah… what I wouldn’t give for 50 volunteers, 50 wrist-rockets, and 200 buckets of ice-cube ammo to bounce off of the faces of scumbag paparazzi…
I get this feeling sometimes. Usually it’s when you see a really spectacular and emotionally gripping movie, and then you realize that the rest of your day is just shot because nothing else you do will measure up.