Musicals

I watched my first -proper- Broadway musical when I was 13 years old, it was Sweeney Todd. I fell in love with it, and since then my life started going straight into a hole filled with amazing lyrics, wonderful actors and incredible stories.  But also lots of tears, emotional pain and some not-so-good shows here and there. Just like everything in life.
Today, five years later I can say that at least half of my brain is filled with Broadway knowledge, since now that's all I can think of are songs from musicals and actor's faces. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes it could be exhausting, especially when you don't have someone to share your taste with.
I actually convinced one of my friends to listen to most of the musicals I like; Hamilton, Les Miserábles, Sweeney Todd, The Book of Mormon, Heathers, In the Heights, The Phantom of the Opera, etc. I'm not entirely sure if she liked all of them, but if she didn't, she hasn't said a word about it yet. I know she likes Hamilton and In the Heights, for sure. We literally listen to them every single day, and if she doesn't complain, neither do I. Though, it's weird sometimes when we become aware of it, but the real question here is "do we care?", and the answer is "no." We don't care. Because we keep singing along to it as if it was our job to do it, and in a way, I guess it is.
On the other hand, I have this friend who doesn't like musicals whatsoever. He's like "oh, but they're boring". Ehm, I'm sorry???? THEY'RE NOT, thank you very much. I admit there are a few musicals out there that made me fall asleep (Cats, I'm looking at you), but for the most part, I really don't understand how can you say they're boring. I assume you like music, right? And you like cool stories, yeah? If you put them together, shouldn't that make it better, somehow? At least a bit? Well, apparently my friend doesn't fit this theory I created in my head. To be fair though, he pisses me off a bit sometimes in general, so I think it makes sense.
My obssession with musicals only grows as I keep discovering more amazingly written plays that just get me and drag me deeper into this bottomless pit, but I don't mind it. And come on, you can't lie to me on this one, belting out showtunes is the funniest thing to do when you're home alone. Even if that means having your neighbours knocking on your door to ask you to shut up, or clapping when you're done. That hasn't happened to me. Not at all.
Listening and singing out to showtunes has improved my life. Or at least I like to think that's what happened, because even though I cry a lot while singing them, it makes me feel revitalized afterwards. It's weird, it's like a drug. (I've never done drugs, but maybe that's how it feels? I don't know.)
Probably this last paragraph was just to justify myself and keep singing a one-man rendition of "Hasa Diga Eebowai" from The Book of Mormon at full volume. Yes, including the "f*ck you, God" part.

-A