Amygdala hijack is when you have 10 kids screaming that one of them broke his arm
and all you could do is to run to the English-speaking neighbour to call the fire fighters. Because your brain is too frozen to speak French.
There is something I can do the best - crash my hopes in the beginning, sulk in the process and have a marvelous time in the end. And something I seldom try - enjoy it from the start. But frankly I don't really think that I would enjoy it so much without all this sulking and we-could-have-done-it-my-way thing.
Finally I've been to the movies here. Just got this feeling like half a year ago when I watched Cloverfield with a friend. Which was all good, and the movie, and the atmosphere, and "Angry Birds" as a starter... or was it another time? whatever...
Anyway, I came across this trailer today with all its newsreel shaky camera and epic fights, and thought this might be good. So I went to the cinema, hoping to catch my part of a dark room, an awkward feeling of not being alone and some catharsis.
Just had this thought about children's love and proud of their parents. "My daddy is rich, my daddy is honest, my daddy can beat up your daddy" etc. I don't even know how to describe my own father. Really. I can't choose only one adjective to emphasize all his merits.
The most unexpected experience I had.... which means, never trust Oh-it-was-s-good-you-should-come exclamations... Because it should have been Aida. And it was Aida, actually, but it was a madhouse Aida.