Last night a friend came over and we watched ‘the movie’ that sort of spurred my hypochondria into existence. It’s funny watching the movie now, at twenty, because it isn’t scary. It was a strange experience though. During certain parts of the movie I could feel my heart sort of racing, even though I wasn’t consciously scared. Many scenes in the movie did revolve around health, and I found that interesting.
I wanted the night to be a really positive experience but some hurtful words were said between myself and the person I was with (for a variety of reasons much deeper than this post cares to delve). And even though I wanted the night to be productive, and even though the night was inherently about finding ‘normality’, I realized that I need to give other people more space to be crazy. I talk about my faults, because I am not afraid of them, but I need to give other people more room to ‘fail’ (and I mean that in the best way possible).
Because no one watches movies on televisions anymore.
365 Days of Hypochondria 