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Being Reminded

One of the things that I always dread when going to a movie is how into it I will get.  Something like Fate of the Furious got me really back into the series so I ended up buying two diecast cars from the movie.

Why?  I'm not quite sure.  I think a lot of it has to do with just trying to remind myself of the things I like.  Sure I can't watch the movie again, but I can't always just watch the movie, so it's probably nice to have an easier reminder.

The most recent thing is after watching Guardians Vol 2.  Awesome movie.  Reminds me how much I don't only love those movies, but I do like the entire Marvel comics.  It caused me to buy the Disney Infinity 2.0 set from the first movie so I can play it.  It will probably also cause me to play the Telltale series.

It always tends to happen for big things like this.  Reminders of things I like.  Reminders of things that make me happy.  Sometimes I tend to just get in the routine of just getting through the day and on to the next one.

That does me no good.  The thing that is said a lot is you only live once so why not enjoy it.  It's true.  It's hard to follow it though.  Those people that go out and do it are mysterious to me.  I want to have fun.  I want to do things.  But it's just not realistic.

But I have to try.  I have to do things that make me happy, because as I've learned just doing the same things that I have done was not working out.  I need to remember that not everything I do has to be something new.  There are still things that I enjoy that I just forget about and have to remember.  Sometimes those are the simplest things too.

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