To put that extended explanation in shorter form I will say that I was immersed in movie bliss. To feel as though I have fully experienced everything the movie offered and for at least a short while after it's end, still live in the movie.
For example: After seeing Pan's Labyrinth I was swept into a horriying movie bliss (now there's an oxymoron) where my devastation ran well past the movie's end, and I couldn't even enjoy the choclate festival, where you can essentially get free samples of at least 150 dif. chocolate treats!
Now after being absorbed by this movie with my mother, both of us sitting in the lone back row of the theater, (somewhat annoyed that we had to pay 18 bucks for two) I kept that simple mind and air about me that the world is a wholly inspiring place, as long as you take advantage of the good around you.
Which is why after walking out of the theater all I wanted to do was give my mother a dinner to satisfy her appetite which was, conceivably, greatly inflated by the film. After a few minutes of debating on the best place to do so, we purchased a stuffed pretzel, SAT study book, and the last copy of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" by Julia Child at Barnes and Noble. And I will take it upon myself to make sure that this becomes a positive project for my mom and I considering everyone in our household is leaving for a long while, so it will just be me and her. A mother-daughter bonding experience that leaves me with some greatly-needed cooking skills.
But the bliss doesn't last long, which in some cases, as the aforementioned exhibits, is good. Therefor I sink back into my world of high and low peaks of cynisicm, yet I will leave this on the high note of knowing that I will soon be partaking in a journey specifically made for "The Serventless American", which is exactly what I want to be.
