It's become a routine lately, writing a post before hitting the bed. My fingers just want to tap for 30 minutes or so in an attempt to create something that can help me with the good night sleep. Writing is soothing and all that theory and facts.
An hour and a half ago, i was glued to my sofa, eyes sticking out in front in horror and dismay, and my heart was pounding just to figure out whether we'd survive the deathly Leo-Beiderman comet attack on earth. Well, it was not actually an attack. The comet happened to be thrown in the earth's orbit and now it was coming with a greeting card. USA was as usual worried. Mr. President was doing his best to keep his cool while addressing the nation but i could feel he must be wanting to be reassured by someone else as well. Some times, you want to be weak and receive all the sympathy flowers and soothing words. But you are stripped off this privilege when you sign yourself as the president of USA (and that is exactly why i am never going to stand up in US elections). Things were deteriorating and hope was about to die. But at the end, everything turned out well and nice as a few brave astronauts already floating in space took the risk at destroying the bigger comet. One from the other smaller twos did hit the earth and cost casualties, but hey! Many were saved as well, if that helps. This way the dying hope survived once again. And that's what makes up for a good movie ending. With people hugging each other, tears rolling down the cheeks realizing they are the fortunate ones getting the second chance at Life, and the happiness flooding the rest of the country sizing up larger than the sea flood that the cheeky smaller comet had hailed earlier, i too heaved a sigh of relief as in i too was about to die.
Deep Impact. That was the movie i was glued to. Movies such as Deep Impact, 2012, After Earth, Interstellar etc. sets you up on the trajectory path of possibilities and fantasies. i even think sometimes about the day and time when i'd open my big window curtains only to look at the giant sea wave swallowing the city and now rallying towards my house. The wave in my imagination looks pretty hungry. It wouldn't stop easily. Then i think what would i do in such situation. i think i'd grab my family (and passport. You can't help but think of passport first when you are in a foreign country), only if we have time and, well, here is the funny part, would run out of the house as if this move would save me from being the apple pie of the wave. Then i debate on the better option - die inside home or outside? The question looks tougher than any of those my kid's has ever asked. i think harder and then i give up! Why to fret when it's not going to happen? So i stop imagining, refill my lungs with hope and go on to open the curtains. And the hoe survives once again.
Do you like watching such movies? If you do, do you ever go crazy like me imagining what i imagine? If you do then what it is? A giant big wave or an insanely huge dinosaur attack? Aliens' invasion or the earth freezing to the death? Is it earth and sky finally meeting up at the horizon and thus, sticking to each other turning the elliptical globe into a round flat plate? Or we, the humans, have eaten up all the resources throwing ours and the rest species on the brink of extinction?
Wherever your imagination takes you, share. Would love to listen other versions of The Judgment Day.