Do you remember the feeling you had after you finished Breaking Dawn? No, not the "wanting to karate chop Stephenie Meyer in the throat for the last half of that book" feeling. I'm talking about the feeling of "what now?" For weeks I wondered if my life would ever be normal again. I wondered if I would be able to stop thinking about Edward and Bella and hot sparkly vamp sex that may or may not have happened in the book. I wondered if I closed my eyes tight enough, if I could actually visualize exactly how the headboard was destroyed.
What did I actually do with my life before Twilight? If I remember correctly, and it's admittedly a bit hazy, I actually did stuff. I cleaned my house, did laundry, crafted occasionally, shopped - you know, normal female-y type stuff. But it's been two years since I read those damn books and my memory ain't what it used to be.
About a year and a half ago, while perusing the internet, I came across this diagram. I think it probably describes most of us to a T. Or at least it used to. For me, it was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
ever find time to do the laundry? I'm looking for hot pictures of RPattz online. I'm reading porn. I'm surviving on Cheerios and coffee. Leave me the fuck alone!
One evening, way back when I was actually a "latchkey wife" and the hubs was working nights, I decided to do a little editing to the Female Brain and what has happened to it since Twilight. This was July, 2009. I figured it would never last long. Maybe a few more months of this obsession and I'd forget Edward and Bella ever existed. My own personal New Moon breakup. I'd cry myself to sleep for a few weeks, but I would eventually get over it and go on with my former non-Twilighty life.
Fat fucking chance. I pulled out my Twilight Brain the other day to see if it still held true. Yup, it does. And I'm ok with that. More than OK because my brain on Twilight has some pretty excellent company.
I want to know your Twilight time table. How long has it been from the time you finished the books until now? Does your brain on Twilight look anything like mine? Would you do it all over again if you could, or are you wishing for a Twilightectomy?