Eve Tushnet
at Cracked:
…Even when these deprivations do come true for you, it’s much easier to cope with them one at a time as they crop up. You simply encounter the problem, you go, “Arrrrrgh, nnnngh, I didn’t know I was going to have to deal with this, everything sucks, life sucks, I don’t believe in God anymore,” and then a week later you get used to it and you’re like, “OK, I guess this is part of the routine now, whatever.”
I know that, when I was a kid, if someone had told me that when I grew up there would be no more recess — that when you take a break at work there is no playground to go play on — I would have been miserable. I would have thought, “How can a human being endure doing work from 9 to 5 with no opportunities to hang upside down or play tetherball?” But today I am not the miserable wretch my younger self would have pictured. We have no monkey bars, but I enjoy taking a walk or talking to my co-workers just fine. I still hop on a swing every time I’m near a park, but I guess I’m not as hopelessly addicted to it as my younger self thought, and withdrawal in fact does not cause death.
Like Cloverfield, the preview stops you in your tracks, but the actual thing actually turns out to be pretty anticlimactic.
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