One day, while I was perusing my feed on the ol’ facety-space, I saw a link to an article about people who prefer to watch the same movie or read the same books over and over because it provides them a sense of comfort in an unpredictable world.

I remember thinking, “hey… that’s totally me.” I further remember thinking that it had never occurred to me why I did this, but that logic really made sense to me. (I do, however, refuse to accept that my former selfie addiction had anything to do with a mental issue. I point that out so you know I’m not an “I read it on facebook, so it MUST be true” kind of person. That sentiment could not be farther from accurate; I mean, didn’t you read the last blog? I rarely believe anything.)

Over the years, I’ve been labeled anywhere from “odd” to a full blown “weirdo” because of my book, television, and movie habits. See, it’s a very rare thing for me to add anything new to my “acceptable media” list, a quirk (I’m sure some would call it something a little more abrasive) that has been a source of frustration for both my son and my most recent ex (both movie junkies) for years.

In regular reading-for-entertainment rotation are The Shining, ‘Salem’s Lot, early VC Andrews series (my favorites are the Flowers in the Attic series, the Ruby series, and the Heaven series), which totals about 15 books, the Little House on the Prairie books (yes, even though I’m not 7 anymore), and any Kay Scarpetta book from Patricia Cornwell, (Black Notice being my favorite). A few other series and individual books are on my list, but this gives you a relatively good view of how my preferences run.

I should point out that I do have a considerably hefty Kindle library of witchy, spiritual, and self-help books. Those topics are ones for which I will step out of my comfort zone, though I have developed a fondness for a few specific authors.

As far as movies go… I’m a smidge more open. I remember this one night when my son, my ex, my ex’s sons and I were all going to watch a movie. They all got so mad at me when I wanted to watch the first Thor movie instead of the newer one I hadn’t seen yet. I did end up letting them have their way, and I did enjoy the newer one (at the time, it was the second Thor installment), but, would I have been happier had we watched the first one? You bet.


I find this tendency tends to rear its head during times of anxiety, stress, depression, or uncertainty. Taking depression, for example… I already know if I watch a certain movie, it’s going to help me feel better, happier, more hopeful, or whatever (my go-to “feel good female empowerment” movie is Beauty Shop with Queen Latifah). Why wouldn’t I watch that instead of risking some new movie that won’t quite fulfill my need?

I find, as far as books go, that, with some, I take away something different from each reading. Probably the book I’ve done this with the most is The Shining. I love the book because the only clear enemies are ghosts. I read the book for the first time when I was 13 or 14. I probably resonated more with Danny during that reading. Since then, I’ve had love/hate/understanding relationships with both Jack and Wendy.

I really, really, really hate her as Wendy Torrance.

It’s actually a very interesting book to read at different life stages. Our own emotional maturity levels are what lends those changing character preferences and perspectives.

Still? Even if it’s almost a different book to me because of a different perspective I’ve adopted, I love the comfort of knowing what the ending will be.

Yep… you caught me. I LOVE spoilers. Give me all of the spoilers. It is not beneath me, when I do decide to try a new book, to read a few chapters and then peruse the last few pages to see what the ending is like.

  1. I’ve probably already made a judgement about the outcome, and I want to know if I’m right.
  2. Even if I do know what’s going to happen, I still get the full adventure of knowing how the story goes from the beginning all the way to the outcome.

Y’all go enjoy your new things. Leave me with my comfort media. I’d say it’s better habit than comfort food, but that’s an ugly habit I have as well. When I have them both together? Heaven! Some day I’ll get around to that new stuff. Maybe. Unless the first Thor movie is on TV.

You guys have an awesome week. Merry Christmas, if you celebrate.

XOXO – Dissy

Cent’anni, Bitches!

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