Musings at 3 am
Sometimes I feel like everything around me disappears. When I am watching or reading psychological thrillers or dark stuff, I feel like I am one of them with all the darkness around me. The fictional world becomes my reality. I sure as hell start using their vernacular and accent, also in my head. But its not just that. I am aware that I am not living one of the character's life. It is more like I am suddenly more aware to the gnawing emptiness in me. A feeling that keeps me rooted to inaction. Its like in that moment, I'd rather want my life to just drag on than me being in charge. I would do and accept anything that will immediately occupy my mind and not let rationality in. Its like I am starving for mental distraction, to not think consciously and not come out of the trance. I will continue watching one series after another. I will keep reading that book which I know is trouble but before I think it is too much and actually muster the courage to stop, my mind has already...