What the hell is wrong with me? I watched The Transporter tonight (probably my third time seeing this film) and didn’t enjoy it much. It is as odd as that experience that everyone has of suddenly finding you have no interest in a particular food that used to be a regular staple of your diet.
What bothers me most is not so much that I did not enjoy The Transporter again, but the fear that exists from not knowing what taste may replace it. Or worse, the fear that nothing may!
If I suddenly found I didn’t enjoy movies, that would suck. You know how movies and television become SO INTERESTING when you’re high on weed (not that I’d know that from recent years, but thinking back to college)? That suggests that failure to enjoy a movie is a biological problem.
The last movie I watched that I really, really enjoyed, was a rental of Cloverfield. That was a few months ago. I liked Batman2 in the theater, but I didn’t love it. What is wrong with me?
UPDATE: I remember another symptom. Three days ago, I deleted everything from my iPod because I was sick of the same songs even on random play. I then upped new material to it, the latest albums I’ve bought. But then I forgot to take it to work yesterday, and I forgot to take it to work today, and both of these days I felt like I was being killed by the lack of music. Absolutely killed. I hungered for it, to the point of singing a few lines off-key into the empty air…the equivalent of swallowing one’s own saliva in hopes of nourishment.
So there is indeed still hunger in me. I need not be afraid that I am losing my appetite, I am simply looking for something new, evidently.