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Aug. 25th, 2009 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreThings:
- I have been kinda down the last day or so (for mostly hormonal reasons that we needn't get into) and thus I find that I am craving apocalyptica. Other people do that kind of thing, right? Your brain goes, "Things suck and I am blue so I will read about the end of the world!" A lot of horror in general is oddly...comforting, for me. Possibly, it presents a sense of scale - my problems are not so bad. I could be wandering a irradiated desert or in danger of being devoured by beings from beyond this realm of existence. Or possibly it's because all of the problems one would have in such a situation have relatively clear-cut answers. I seem to recall someone at a horror panel at Norwescon talking about how he finds the idea of Z-Day to be sort of a comforting thought, if only because then his only real worry will be survival. (Though of course, like many comfort fantasies, it wouldn't really work out so pleasantly in real life.)
- A thing that I noticed this weekend while paging: so, I generally let my mind wander while I'm shelving so that it can tell me stories or whatever it wants. This weekend, I noticed that I tend to get very different types of mental wandering, depending on what section I'm shelving it. The children's library gets stories. Adult nonfiction tends to provoke religious whatsit. And adult fiction almost always ends up prompting poetry. I don't know why that is.
- It is slowly getting on towards autumn, which is pleasing. Though I have gotten fussed at by several people lately for being happy about that. Because gods forbid I shouldn't particularly care for summer. People complain all the time about the kind of weather I enjoy. I don't see why I shouldn't get to complain occasionally about summer.
- That last one was sort of unnecessarily crabby, I suppose. Ah, well.
- I think I would rather be home crocheting and watching horror movies today.
- I have been kinda down the last day or so (for mostly hormonal reasons that we needn't get into) and thus I find that I am craving apocalyptica. Other people do that kind of thing, right? Your brain goes, "Things suck and I am blue so I will read about the end of the world!" A lot of horror in general is oddly...comforting, for me. Possibly, it presents a sense of scale - my problems are not so bad. I could be wandering a irradiated desert or in danger of being devoured by beings from beyond this realm of existence. Or possibly it's because all of the problems one would have in such a situation have relatively clear-cut answers. I seem to recall someone at a horror panel at Norwescon talking about how he finds the idea of Z-Day to be sort of a comforting thought, if only because then his only real worry will be survival. (Though of course, like many comfort fantasies, it wouldn't really work out so pleasantly in real life.)
- A thing that I noticed this weekend while paging: so, I generally let my mind wander while I'm shelving so that it can tell me stories or whatever it wants. This weekend, I noticed that I tend to get very different types of mental wandering, depending on what section I'm shelving it. The children's library gets stories. Adult nonfiction tends to provoke religious whatsit. And adult fiction almost always ends up prompting poetry. I don't know why that is.
- It is slowly getting on towards autumn, which is pleasing. Though I have gotten fussed at by several people lately for being happy about that. Because gods forbid I shouldn't particularly care for summer. People complain all the time about the kind of weather I enjoy. I don't see why I shouldn't get to complain occasionally about summer.
- That last one was sort of unnecessarily crabby, I suppose. Ah, well.
- I think I would rather be home crocheting and watching horror movies today.
