Well, hello! I hope everyone has had a fantastic beginning of June.
It’s really quite hard for me to grasp, but school is out for the summer. I’ve mainly been staring off into space questioning the meaning of life and also watching Sherlock for hours on end.
Not a minute wasted, let me tell you.
I’ve done it, kids. I’m converting everyone I’ve ever met into a Sherlock fan. It’s quite incredible, really. I should get a Nobel Peace Prize, except maybe not for peace. More like the Emotional-Abuse-To-Not-Only-Oneself-But-Unto-Others-Who-Were-Kinda-Asking-For-It Prize. Oh Lord, I would be in the top spot for that one.
So. If you’re a Sherlock fan (if you aren’t, I praise you for putting up with this whole blog), you’re probably aware of the heart-wrenchingly beautiful fanfiction Alone on the Water. If you’re a fan and you haven’t read it, you have to. I spent a Skype session last night talking to my best friend about it and Sherlock in general, and she asked me why people would go through this kind of torture.
Perhaps, I enjoy the pain. It reminds me I’m alive. (insert wistful look here)
Anyway, the song that Alone on the Water is linked to is called “Sorrow” by The National. I listened to the beginning of it a while back and thought I wouldn’t like it. But then, I listened to all of it last night, and found myself not only googling how to repeat videos on Youtube, but also playing the song on the piano. And also obsessing over Lionlock, which is perfect in every way imaginable.
At least I recognize that I have a problem. That’s the first step to recovery, is it not?
Well, I also found myself drawing a picture inspired by Alone on the Water. And I found myself crying. But hey, forget I said that and just look at the drawing, will you?
I can say I’ve spent the start of my summer vacation weeping over possible scenarios of painful proportions and venting to my friends about it. Then again, that’s normal for me, so.
Did you know that they’re making Sherlock and John dolls? Like, legit dolls that look absolutely incredible. When they come out (and note that I’m quoting Sherlock here), I will be crying: “I need some, get me some!”
And that’s implying that Sherlock is, to me, of the likes of some kind of drug. Which may or may not be the truth, if you take a hard look at this blog.
I’ll leave you to your deductions.