Confession...

I don't read the endings to books.
I don't watch the endings of movies.

It is something that I've never really done.
It's not a purposeful thing, I don't think.
I just don't really do it.

Even if I've told someone that I've finished a book-it's three-fourths truth.
I usually read all except about the last chapter or so.

There is one book that I completely finished in its entirety.

Sribbler of Dreams.

It's this awful tacky teen love drama that I bought at a book fair in seventh grade. I read it every spring. Every spring; Like clockwork. I don't know what it is that makes me continue to read this ridiculously sappy love triangle over and over again-I would like to say that I have thought about this issue over and over again like a psychiatrist and have come to the conclusion that it's an inner something or other-but I can't. I mean, maybe it's true. Maybe I can't finish books or watch movies because 'I am unaware of the future of my life and therefore am scared of the outcome or won't like the ending...' That would be cool I guess...Maybe? I think it's because I become bored very easily. I fixate on the story within book or movie for as long as my attention span allows and them I'm done. I have ending A.D.D. Truthfully I do. Well...I guess not all of the time. If I can foretell the ending, my own ending, then I'm done, but if I mull over it for a while and cannot come to a conclusion of what I feel the ending should be, then I will watch or read the remainder of the piece. Then again, I suppose I could be Dr. Life and conclude that because of my diagnosed 'ending A.D.D. portions of my life will never feel complete or whole because I will leave them unfinished and move on before great things could fall into place or fixate on the fiction and while I am creating my own early ending I will never see the real thing'. ...Eh, maybe. I guess. That just sounds silly.

I just think better books need to be written and better movies need to be produced.