
*breathes*
Okay. I'm home. This'll be a two post night, though, probably.
I just had to get this off my chest.
I hate: when a book, fic, story, movie, tv show, picture, gust of wind...
Whatever.
I hate it when it doesn't end the way I'm anticipating. Normally to the sadder end of the spectrum. Or the more depressing. And maybe I should have been anticipating...
It makes me want to cry, or throw something, or shake my screen for the utter waste of my time and emotions. And yes, I do know not everything in life ends perfectly and some situations in storytelling (or life) cannot be resolved in the manner in which my fairy tale mind would so desire. But when something makes me that ill...
I won't be fooled twice.
And then I'll go write 10 happy stories to make up for it.
(And I do not deny or begrudge! anyone the creative right or liberty to do whatever they so desire, and it speaks to talent that I am affected, but in some quarters, someone might not be able to write/direct their way out of a paper bag and still kill me. I just wish I were psychic and could avoid it.)
So I'll go do some emotional eating and catch up on my tv watching, and then picture post later~