So, aside from this past work week when I have been feeling sick and blah, I have been REALLY social lately (that could be why I’ve been sick). Heather, I hope you’re proud (especially since you have been part of my social-ness even though we don’t even live in the same city – shout out, lady friend!). This coming weekend is the first in a long time that I haven’t had major plans, trips, houseguests, etc. (though I do have a Friday night dinner and a brunch scheduled. Small beans).
Anyways, once again I digress. I’ve spent all week thinking about how I’d spend all my tons of ME time, most of which I’d really planned to spend on my couch. But how boring would that be? Especially since I moved from my desk at work to my sick bed all week. I just read about this awesome looking movie, which of course doesn’t seem to be showing anywhere in middle America, but I was reminded of this awkward conversation I recently had with a boy I don’t know very well.
Boy: “Dinner and a movie is the worst date since you can’t talk during the movie. People should just really go to movies alone.”
Me: “Oh, I’ve definitely been to movies alone.”
Boy: “You have?!?!” [Awkward silence] [Large amount of judgment]
Me: [“I thought this was a safe place”] … [“Jackass.”]
Me (in real life): “Yeah, it’s awesome.”
It IS awesome. You don’t have to talk, you don’t have to share your popcorn, and also, it seems I have different taste in movies than everyone else ever. I actually think it’s fun and liberating. You don’t have to have an escort to go out in public alone! The more I think about it, the more I’m annoyed at his judgment (or the judgment I perceived, that is for sure out there everywhere else…). In fact, I think I’m going to go try to see Argo this weekend. By myself. Boom.