Simple Things Thursday – The Lee Pace Problem

It is said simplest things bring happiness, passion, and meaning into one’s life. The actor Lee Pace has become a source of happiness in recent weeks. Normally, I am not one of the folks to be given to obsession or ‘fangirling’ over an actor. I do have favorites but my favoritism has never been like this. I barely recognize myself anymore. This lack of recognition proves to be blog worthy. So new, so happy… so happy…

As I’m behind the times (so to speak), I was first introduced to the work of Lee Pace in the The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies in December 2014. I appreciated his character, Thranduil, more than the actor. My current laptop – acquired in early 2015 – is named Thranduil and the background photo is of Lee Pace as Thranduil. (This has been the previous extent of my ‘fangirling’.) Never gave this much thought until 2 weeks ago when I watched The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey for the first time. I was horribly disappointed that there wasn’t more Thranduil in the film so I promptly checked out the rest of The Hobbit films from my library.

In The Desolation of Smaug and The Battle of the Five Armies, I found myself enamored with Lee Pace, not just the character he portrayed. From there, I watched – in rapid succession – Wonderfalls, Pushing Daisies, The Fall, Possession, Guardians of the Galaxy, Soldier’s Girl, Season 1 of Halt and Catch Fire, and (endured) The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2. All but three of the remaining films he’s been in, and Season 2 of Halt and Catch Fire, have been located and will be here tomorrow for my viewing pleasure.

It is the acquisition of the remaining films and tolerance for films I didn’t like much – Lee Pace being their only bright spot – which told me I had a problem never experienced before. I have never understood people’s desire to go to Cons, write fanfic, create websites in homage, collect images of their interest, view every show or movie an actor/actress has been in, etc. I understand better now. It disturbs me that I understand. No longer recognize myself especially after the poetry incident. Yes, there are poems where Lee Pace has served as inspiration. *hangs head in shame* So embarrassed I am but it is futile to deny it. Nor can I deny that I’ve spent time with image searches…

Knowledge escapes me as to why I have developed this (unfamiliar) obsession. I’m enjoying it despite my confusion as to what I have become. This enjoyment, this happiness is so simple, pure, and perfect. I worry I will destroy it but I’m determined to leave it be and go on basking.

Lee Pace