My midnight ponderings are never far from my interests. In my head I compare books, movies, graphic novels and long gone TV shows, sometimes comparing fictional situations with real life as examples of how even the weirdest fantasies will insert themselves in life. All this of course is useless. I get frustrated when I don't remember references (which episode? What season? Hang it.. What's that author's name..?), and I end up researching.

I love my major in international relations, but I do wonder what would have happened if I had picked English Lit as I originally wanted. My mum pointed out that I don't take it well when I dissect writings I like. Flaws, tiny imperfections.. Things you wouldn't notice as a reader, but things you are forced to nitpick over as a student - Would I have enjoyed it? Or would I have ended up loving all the details I pick up, the intricate weavings of a gloriously creative mind?

I over think fiction as it is. I browse articles online on things I've enjoyed. I spend too much time thinking about symbolism and the significance of minor details, or the way a sentance is crafted to reveal or deceive. Would I have ended up hating the one constant in my life? And as I wonder.. I'm already mentally writing down a list of all popular culture references where 'what ifs' are played out to disasterous consequences. Its funny you know, apparently a lot of people are in the opinion that 'what ifs' are bad.

Anyways. Just a random midnight thought I needed to get out just so its one less thought in my head.