A few years ago, I read an article about the Titanic. It was a very in-depth article from Time magazine and took up many pages.
I ripped it out and stuck it on my wall.
There was a fold-out page, one that showed you the process of the Titanic sinking. I taped it to the back of my bedroom door and hung the rest of the article next to my bed.
It was incredibly interesting, for some reason. That same year I watched a documentary in which people interviewed actors who pretended to be real people on the Titanic, and they were interviewed about every aspect of the Titanic, from the interior to the actual sinking.
Just the other day I received a postcard from a friend, and the picture on the front was of the Titanic. In it she wrote how she recalled my Titanic poster and that the postcard made her think of me.
I’m not a morbid person. I don’t like veins. I don’t like the dentist. I don’t like the thought of scuba diving, and water in general is a little terrifying. So what’s with the fascination in the Titanic, I hear you ask?
I don’t know. I don’t know where it came from.
The movie Titanic made me cry and I think it’ll take someone I love very very very much to get me to watch it anytime soon. If I can barely watch the movie, why can I research the tragedy itself?
After asking you these rhetorical questions I still don’t know the answer.
But hey, follow your curiosity. Even if you don’t understand it, follow it and see where it takes you. It might not take you anywhere that you can necessarily use. (For instance, what will I do with my interest in the Titanic? Probs nothing lol.) But it’ll take you somewhere that brings you joy, interest, and something to light you up on the inside. A hobby, a project, a research. We’re all into something, most of us many things.