I say we, but maybe I should just say I.
I annoyingly think I'm obsessed with new.
I find a new band on YouTube and go obsessive, looking up every song I can find of theirs and buying a ton of their music on iTunes and posting them on every social media site I have because they are just that wonderful for those few days or weeks before I again find another band on YouTube and forget all about that first band.
For example.
Right now I have been listening to Jason Mraz's "Love Someone" on repeat one for the past half hour. It's a terrific song, and if you need proof, here you go.
So yeah, it's a fantastically brilliant song. And I love it because I love the musical talents of Jason and I'm so excited about his new album coming out because I think it just might be his best one yet if this song is any indication. But I think the real reason I have this song on repeat one is because it's new.
I watch a new movie and can't stop thinking about it for days and manage to find ways to bring it into any and every conversation I have and I immediately go on iTunes and buy the soundtrack and look up every other movie the main actors are in and then watch one of these other movies that the actors were in and forget all about how this first movie made me feel invisible and inspired because holy cow this new movie is even better and more inspiring.
For example.
I watched this brilliant, modern-day Hitchcockian thriller called Grand Piano and couldn't stop thinking about it because it made my mind reel a little bit. And yes, I went onto iTunes and bought the main song from the movie that Elijah Wood plays at the end.
And then as I'm writing this, I'm trying to remember what the last great new movie I watched was, but I can't because all I can think of is this new one.
I find a new book or am given a new book and fall in love with the words and characters, feeling as if I've just made new friends and my entire world is theirs and please don't interrupt me because can't you see I've fallen into another world and don't ever want to come out of it.
For example.
A dear friend gave me One Day as a present and I inhaled it. I fell in love with these two characters and it was all I wanted to talk about for weeks after I read it and I recommended it to literally everyone I know. It was a fantastic and truly brilliant book and it sits lovingly on top of some other books right now, smiling at me. But I think one reason why I got book high from it was because it was a new world I've never been in before.
Perhaps the worst one of all:
I watch a movie or television show or read a book or see someone at the gym or grocery store and "fall in love" with someone new. I can't even begin to tell you how many boys and men in countless books and movies and television shows and (shudder) boys and men in real life I have "fallen in love" with, only to move on to someone new a few weeks later.
I like to joke (mostly to myself, because I love joking to myself because I am hilarious of course...) that Sherlock Holmes has been my longest relationship, friendship or romantic, and embarrassingly enough it's true. I've been in love with my man Sherlock since I was 13, and we're still going steady. I haven't had friendships with real people for that long.
But.
But but but.
There have been countless men (mostly fictitious or unattainable) who have threatened this relationship, but let's be real - their appeal was that they were new. And once their newness wore off, I went straight back to darling, ever waiting Sherlock. Dean Winchester is Sherlock's only real competition these days, real or otherwise, but that's probably another conversation for never.
I have gotten so side tracked. Sherlock does that to me.
Newness. Right.
Why is newness so appealing? Why do none of my old clothes seem nice when I come home with a few new shirts? Why do I so easily get sick of my "old" hair and want a new change? Why are changes so exhilarating?
I don't have any kind of thing resembling an answer. To quote an old movie that is most certainly not new to my viewing eyes, "I just wanted to send this cosmic question out into the void. So. Goodnight, dear void."
If you don't know what the quote's from, I feel sorry for your life. PS, it's from You've Got Mail. Go watch it and let it be your new favourite movie.
