My thing lately is to be very critical about movies. At every dramatic part, I turn to the person sitting next to me, and make a snarky comment about how that conversation would never happen in real life.
For some reason, no one wants to watch movies with me anymore. Go figure.
But for reals, people. Movies, I’ve come to realize, are part of the reason I (and so many other people in this media-driven world) am a drama queen. Or was. Watching films in which friends confront each other on the tiniest of incidents, in which men do outrageous things to win back their women, and where reactions must be huge…. that has to take a toll on one’s sense of real life.
I can recall getting in a fight with a boyfriend, and then going home, waiting for him to show up with roses, or some other grand gesture. When he wouldn’t, I would just get depressed and angry. I can also recall breaking up with a boyfriend because it just seemed like I should. Why did I think I should? Because I was taught by watching all those movies!
Now I realize—and I hope you already know this, for your own good—that real life is boring. It’s supposed to be boring. Let it be boring! Yes, some big things happen every once in a while, but for the most part, fights between friends are subtle, declarations of love are whispered in the dark between previews in a movie theater, and if you make a scene and storm away, chances are no one is going to come chasing after you.
Someone please overreact about this blog, just to prove my point.
