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I find myself watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Over and over and over again. I've seen this movie over 200 times. I watched it seven times in one day Over and over and over again... The equivalent of more than fourteen hours; more than half of a day wasted pretending I could erase him too. I just couldn't stop. The fantasy was too enthralling... I wished I had Alzheimer's, since the procedure doesn't exist, but if I did, he would have been the only thing I could remember. That was three years ago. And honestly, I'm not sure why I've watched it three times this week. I think I'm preparing myself for the moment when what seems too good to be true finally is. And maybe when this moment strikes me like a bolt of lightning, I won't feel the need to watch it as many times as before. Then again, I've heard lightning never strikes the same place twice. I hope for the best and prepare for the worst. ...Ironically enough, I hope that I forget I felt this way tomorrow.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Ignorance is Bliss
I find myself watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Over and over and over again. I've seen this movie over 200 times. I watched it seven times in one day Over and over and over again... The equivalent of more than fourteen hours; more than half of a day wasted pretending I could erase him too. I just couldn't stop. The fantasy was too enthralling... I wished I had Alzheimer's, since the procedure doesn't exist, but if I did, he would have been the only thing I could remember. That was three years ago. And honestly, I'm not sure why I've watched it three times this week. I think I'm preparing myself for the moment when what seems too good to be true finally is. And maybe when this moment strikes me like a bolt of lightning, I won't feel the need to watch it as many times as before. Then again, I've heard lightning never strikes the same place twice. I hope for the best and prepare for the worst. ...Ironically enough, I hope that I forget I felt this way tomorrow.
"Blessed are the forgetful, fore they get the better even of their blunders."
SleepingPewty
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SleepingPewty
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
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