All of my life, I’ve tended to go against the grain. I’ve never been extremely interested in fitting in, or doing what was most popular just so that I could be “cool”. There have been many times when I would not like something just because everyone else (and their mother) liked it. One example: Kid Rock and Cheryl Crow’s song “Picture”. Ugh. I still don’t like it , and everyone else that I know still does.
In all my 25 years, I have never once changed my mind or regretted my decisions on such matters. This is a good thing, as well as bad. Good, becuase it probably kept me out of a lot of trouble. Bad, because I might have missed out on something that I really would have liked.
Last week, I changed my mind for the first time about the most recent craze. Something that I swore I would not let myself get caught up in, much less get obsessed with. But in the past week, I have found myself floating in between the two worlds of fantasy and reality. I finally gave in, and there is no turning back. It has turned into an obsession. An infatuation. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have gone so far as to drag others along with me on this fairy tale journey, forcing them to do things they would not normally do.
You see, last week, I watched this:
Actually, I watched it twice, and I am currently begging Denny to watch it with me, just so I can see it again. I absolutely LOVE it!
I have also read the first two books, and I’m waiting on the third and fourth to become available at the library (I would have bought the third at Walmart when I bought the first two, but they were all sold out!)
I am officially smitten with Edward Cullen. Thank goodness he doesn’t really exist.