It’s a proven fact. If you incorporate something that you love into your work, you will start to hate it. Take, for example, the movie Avengers. It is one of my friend’s favouritest movies ever. A few weeks ago, for a film production class, she had to watch the movie, break it up into three definitive acts, and summarise each Act. By the time she finished her assignment, she almost hated the movie, and she could never watch it the same way again.
In one of my classes this semester, we were assigned Neil Gaiman’s American Gods as a text. I remember almost bursting from happiness that first day when I saw it on the syllabus. I love Neil Gaiman’s work, and American Gods is particularly brilliant. Studying it in class was wonderful, especially because I got to read it all over again and laugh and cry and curse and enjoy every bit of it. Then came essay assignments. And I couldn’t think of a single idea. And even with my mum’s help, I was still lost. To the point where one night I broke down and cried and felt like a complete loser. And finally signed up to go see a counsellor because my anxiety and depression was just building up and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on this way.
And now, now I cannot look at American Gods without thinking of that night or of the class where we had to present our essay ideas and thesis to the rest of the students and how I was so confused that I didn’t really even know what I was trying to say. I cannot think of the novel because it reminds me that I still have that essay to write and I am so completely clueless on that front and it just brings back that day standing in front of the class and just blathering on because I had no idea what to say
My point here is that if you love something and want to continue loving it and enjoying it, don’t let it become a part of your study or work. Because you might find that now you hate it or dread it, and now it is ruined for you.
In one of my classes this semester, we were assigned Neil Gaiman’s American Gods as a text. I remember almost bursting from happiness that first day when I saw it on the syllabus. I love Neil Gaiman’s work, and American Gods is particularly brilliant. Studying it in class was wonderful, especially because I got to read it all over again and laugh and cry and curse and enjoy every bit of it. Then came essay assignments. And I couldn’t think of a single idea. And even with my mum’s help, I was still lost. To the point where one night I broke down and cried and felt like a complete loser. And finally signed up to go see a counsellor because my anxiety and depression was just building up and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on this way.
And now, now I cannot look at American Gods without thinking of that night or of the class where we had to present our essay ideas and thesis to the rest of the students and how I was so confused that I didn’t really even know what I was trying to say. I cannot think of the novel because it reminds me that I still have that essay to write and I am so completely clueless on that front and it just brings back that day standing in front of the class and just blathering on because I had no idea what to say
My point here is that if you love something and want to continue loving it and enjoying it, don’t let it become a part of your study or work. Because you might find that now you hate it or dread it, and now it is ruined for you.
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