When I was much younger, I thought documentaries were abundantly boring because I've witnessed a dozen more collection of black-and-white films develop before my eyes, and they are not very appealing to watch.
As age and 'fortune' (not the pecuniary kind) took place, I began to realize that documentaries not only satiate my appetite for knowledge, are immensely educational, and at most very enjoyable for the eyes.
My first encounter was purely by accident. I have ran out all possible drama&comedy options on ABC iview and had to resort to other categories. I thought I'd embark on a documentary marathon (and so I did for more than two consecutive years now).
A few of them I've gone through were Louis Theorex, the Food Clinic (UK) & Grayson Perry's Journey on exploring UK's social classes , my recent fixation are sourced from YouTube, as they are far lax on sharing these days, and not as geologically restricted and more accessible than iview when you travel to different parts of the world.
My inquisitiveness led me to realize that my surreptitious wont to watch more of them have been primarily of the lack parenting from my folks as I've exhausted a vast amount of my adulthood studying abroad, and not very many people I have around me do not chance to politically, morally, or socially challenge me, except the occasional obstacles I stumble upon, so I'm a fairly restricted unrestricted kid. I sometimes merit this 'upbringing' for my ability to think independently from others, and on occasion be at odds with the public perception of girls as I do things that one might not envisage girls do- even amongst this burgeoning modernness we reside in (ooh blog idea!)
As a consequence, with a desperate need to feel at norm, I suspect that by watching more documentaries and pledge to do more of the things I relish, I'll find myself in the right group of aliens, and I honestly think I'm not only en route I'm also marginally close to creating my own circle of aliens.
Yours,with thoughts,
Miss Ginger Tea
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