Musings of an Insomniac Part 2: Childhood
It's 2:30AM, not too late of a night compared to the countless other mornings I've gone to bed at. Anyways this isn't too much of a deep post, but it is something I think is worth documenting. Plus it's my blog so I do what I want! (I killed 6 baby seals!) (Sorry, had to! *South Park reference, didn't actually kill baby seals! I love animals to death, no pun intended!)
Anyways, I just finished watching the last and final installment of the wonderfully written series-turned movie by the incredible author of all time, JK Rowling. And even though the screenplay wasn't as close to faithful to the book as I would have liked it to be, David Yates is still a brilliant director. I cried, A LOT. To any of you reading this post right now thinking that this is a lame topic to talk about, I have this to say to you - GET OFF MY BLOG.
The Harry Potter series was such a BIG part of my childhood; I chose reading over sleep AND food (I almost never do that for school, although I should probably start doing that since college is a bitch). It got to the point where my parents would threaten to take the book away from me if I didn't go to bed. Obviously I'd just pretend to go to bed and when all was quiet I'd turn on my little desk lamp and continue reading until I got caught.
I know the last movie has been out since forever. I know I'm SUPER LATE on watching it. Honestly speaking though, I'm not sure if it was because I didn't have time. That could be an excuse, but just right now, when the ending credits started playing, I felt a little part of me die. It's like that feeling when you've accomplished this goal that you've been working towards for the longest time, and when you've finally completed it, you don't know what to do after that. Maybe I was subconsciously prolonging that feeling. I don't like endings, especially to things that give me a thrill, a sense of excitement, that rush of adrenaline, the feeling of euphoria,... you get the picture. I remember starting to read the series after watching the first movie (how else do you think I stumbled upon it?). I went through the books like fire goes through a forest. I was at the library every other day returning one book and borrowing the next. And then the waiting game started. I waited for The Order Of the Phoenix. After finishing that I waited for The Half-Blood Prince. The longest wait was for The Deathly Hallows. It was the last one of the series. The one that would tie everything together. When I got my hands on a copy of the book (believe me, I got it the day it came out), I remember being a little bit hesitant; what was I going to do when it ended? Luckily the movies were slower to come out, so I still had them to look forward to. But now, it's officially done. Sure I can reread the series again (which I am doing) but it's not the same feeling, the same anticipation for each page to unravel itself before me. One of the biggest part of my childhood, the one that caused me to forego countless nights of sleep, is now over. It's kind of a bittersweet feeling.
I guess this is where the phrase "one chapter ends where another begins" is fitting. Now I just need to find that excitement in something new (maybe after I've finished rereading the series and rewatching the movies... Harry Potter movie marathon anyone?) Alright, it's already 3AM now (this post actually took less time relative to how much I wrote... but then again I've written a 5 page paper in an hour before so...) I'm going to go to bed. I'm glad I grew up in the Harry Potter generation. My kids will definitely have a wonderful bed time story waiting for them.
