As a little kid, I was SOOOOOO damn obsessed with Shrek. I mean the kind of obsessed where l'd watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch. It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head-timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping. Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like "Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?" And id be like "Nah, I'm going to watch Shrek in my head." Ocassionally my dad would ask where I was up to in the movie, just to check on me. Youre probably thinking Huh that's weird but cool I guess? Wrong. Sort of. It got so bad that I'd watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell "Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!" I cant remember how this faded from being one of my abilities, but it sure was cool while it lasted. But for a while, Shrek really WAS my life. (edited)
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