Maybe watching Welcome to the NHK wasn't the best of decisions. Ahaha.
I just got home and my sleeping schedule has completely flipped, causing me to be nocturnal. When I'm nocturnal, I get... weird. I only see my sister for a few hours before she goes to sleep and like, one hour before she goes to school, and only see my dad a few hours before I go to sleep. This means I'm alone for like, six hours, alone with no one but my cats.
And what do I do with this time? Same thing as usual. Play NDS games. Watch anime or whatever non-animated show I'm currently on. Write. Draw. Photoshop doodling. Clean here and there. Listen to music. Mess with the cats.
The difference between being nocturnal and diurnal, for me, is that those activities are intersparsed with... talking to people. Interaction with creatures that can converse back. And I love my cats, and they do try, but whenever I try to talk to them about how awesome a movie is, I know all they're thinking is, "Damn it, woman, just give me a piece of turkey. And let me sit in your lap, it's warm and you pet me as long as I don't claw you. But the turkey first."
OH YEAH. I try to talk to the cats.
It's more healthy than the other thing I do, which is pace and talk to myself as if I'm having a conversation with other people I know. At least the cats aren't involved in an imaginary real-life scenario.
SO, IF YOU'VE SEEN WELCOME TO THE NHK, YOU CAN SEE WHY WATCHING IT WHILE I'M NOCTURNAL IS PROBABLY BAD FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH.
If you haven't heard of it, it's pretty damn awesome as far as I've gotten. It's about a reclusive hermit ('hikkimori,' if you know the social issues surrouding those 'types,' or NEET if you prefer) who believes that the world is out to get him and fears going outside for any reason whatsoever. Some chick comes up to him and tells him that she can 'cure' him, if he signs a contract with her to become his project.
Here, if you don't know what it's about, this is a link to the description. Go ahead, I'll wait.
I usually don't get paranoid when I'm alone, but damn, this is making me a bit paranoid. It's also reminding me that I need to get off of my ass and sign up for college, or I'm going to go fucking batty.
And then I start a shame spiral about how I really should have done this a long time ago, and that one finanicial set back wasn't a good reason to put it off for this long, and how I'm such a failure compared to my classmates, and that maybe this is why my best friend is constantly talking to me like a five-year-old, and hell, I can't even drive, which is pretty pathetic where I live...
And then I start doing the thing where I talk through those pretend scenarios with friends that I haven't actually seen in a while to knock me out of the shame spiral with psuedo-social interaction.
It works pretty well.
But NHK probably isn't good for my mental health. Probably.
Good thing I'm going back to FMA when I go to my friend's house again.
Speaking of, in my previous blog, I mentioned having to twist her arm to watch it? SHE LOVES IT. I knew she would. She thought it was boring before because she lacks the attention span if the character on screen doesn't have silver hair (... that's my serious theory, ya'll).
But so we're at the point where they're talking about the Ishvalan Massacare and all, and we have a pretend drinking game (neither of us like drinking alcohol, her especially) where we look at each other and say, "TAKE A SHOT," every time someone has a PTSD-esque flashback. It keeps the depressing parts funny.
Mustang remembers having to kill the kid?
TAKE A SHOT.
Dr. Marcoh remembers desserting?
TAKE A SHOT.
Armstrong tells Ed that he really doesn't understand the kind of shit that went down?
TAKE A SHOT.
Scar remembers his brother being all crazy?
TAKE A SHOT.
You can see how this game would really get you hammered, especially if you're watching around episodes 20-25.
Anyways, back to her. She loves Al like I knew she would. She distanced herself from Hughes because I told her he dies, but she was still depressed as hell during his funeral. She thinks Ed is hilarious, and we both cheer when Armstrong shows up because we love his sparkly-ness, and we like imitating the "THIS TECHNIQUE HAS BEEN PASSED DONW THE ARMSTRONG LINE FOR GENERATIONS."
She even looked at me and said, "When we watch Brotherhood..."
I PERKED UP SO HARD, GUYS.
"You... you want to watch Brotherhood? :D :D :D :D"
"WELL YEAH IT'D BE STUPID NOT TO, NOW, WOULDN'T IT."
"Well not watching FMA until now is pretty stupid in and of itself, too..."
So I can deal with being crazy until I go back to her house and watch FMA, I guess. But FMA garners it's own brand of insanity... Namely, having to remind my dad that we did, in fact, see the end to Brotherhood about a dozen times.