Out from behind The Wall

[oneirophrenia]

So tonight, I'm going to try something Completely Different:

I'm going to watch Pink Floyd's The Wall...AND I'M NOT COMPLETELY MISERABLE!

See, heretofore, I've only ever watched The Wall when unbearably miserable and wrapped all about in my own Wall (which is still there, mind you, but I've left the gate open for some time now to air out my quarters within). But I'm most definitely not miserable now....Haven't been for a while, actually. My bones haven't been giving me much trouble lately, I'm perfectly happy with my job situation (meager though it currently be), I'm seeing a truly wonderful girl whom I actually like, I've got plenty of food and my cat's purring on my lap. It doesn't get much better than this. Or maybe I've just finally hit the true comfortably numb stage. Regardless, now I've got to watch The Wall to see what I might spot in it, or appreciate in it, from a different mental viewpoint than usual.

And later on, I'm going to try to finish another Malpractice song. Don't worry, though, it won't be in some lame-ass major key.

Comments

[blackcatbon.livejournal.com]

I guess it is an odd concept to watch a film like the Wall while being in a non-depressed moood. Now that I think of it, I have seen the Wall three times in my life... once was hanging out with a friend, and the other two were when I was alone and fueling my insomnia with late night films while waiting for a project or five to render in the background.... still, they were not times of sorrow... just avoiding real life for a while.