WHAT AN IDIOT BOX!!
I’ve noticed something very interesting about myself today. I’m watching roadies right now, and earlier today i was watching Last Comic Standing. And watching these weird shows, Iv realised what dreams are made of. And before you think that I have some strong emotional feelings for raghu (or Rajeev, Im still really not sure....), let me clarify. I’ve realised what MY dreams are made off. And this has been going on since I was a kid. Every time I would watch a movie about a renegade robot from the future killing present day normal people to save a kid who looks like a girl but I’m pretty sure is a boy, or a TV show about cops shooting at black people (sorry I mean “African/ Latino/ some weird colour I’ve not seen yet- Americans), I would have this really bizarre feeling of being them. And this isn’t like shouting CRUCIO to the school bully while pointing your pencil at him (boy did I regret that!!), but more like thinking of actually building a robot when i grow up, or shooting into spa