I DON’T HAVE AN ANALYST. Why? First, because talking to an analyst is not very Indonesian, not even for those who live in Jakarta. And second, they are too expensive for someone who just listens and gives suggestions — a job that your friends or even you yourself can do it.
But I have a problem now. And I think I need an analyst, or at least a friend who can really tell what’s going on with me. Why? First: because I have been fast forwarding films I watched — especially those with suspense in them. I also skipped scenes with blood and those where the main characters got humiliated. I just couldn’t help to not skip those kinda scenes.
Yes. Those things have indeed left me with a question: is there something wrong with me?
Second: a friend borrowed these comic books of mine, and I told her easily, “Hey, Ms. X is going to marry Mr. Y in the end.” And she was all like, “What? Why did you tell me that!” And I was like, “What? I thought that that would make you even far more eager to read it by yourself.” Then she replied, “What? No!”
See, my other problem is: I am very much okay with spoilers.
I used to read reviews before watching a film. But they were only reviews! Not spoilers. These whole lot spoilers are more than reviews, I am afraid this state will somehow affect my psychological condition *serious face*
What’s wrong with me? Am I one of those who believe in the instantaneousness? That could be true. I might be don’t have that enough patience, especially for just (cheap) fictions!
But Freud would have said more than that. You cannot ignore fictions and how you react to them. Maybe, I am just tired of sad endings? But wait, I just have one or two sad endings in life, I got more happy endings. And no, my life’s good, not sucks. I mean, I am going to [hopefully] meet Junot Diaz this October in Ubud, how can you call that sucks?