Last night, Michele and I started to watch Sausage Party.
We gave up, about 1/3 of the way in.
It had some funny moments, but it started to get uninteresting. I guess I never really got invested with the characters? I don’t know. I just know I didn’t feel like I was going to regret stopping the movie early.
That’s a new experience for me. In the past, I would have stuck it out, thinking maybe the movie will surprise me.
I don’t know what this means, and while I could analyze it to death, I’m not as interested in analyzing myself (or what I think are a lot of other people) nearly as much as I used.
We also gave up on watching Pippi Longstocking, the day before that. In this case, it was just because we had intended to watch the movie as a goof, but it really has to be seen either as a child, or while (I guess) really high (not that I am encouraging that… but I’m sure it will work for someone).
Instead, we watched Arrival. That was a mind trip, and very good.
The day before (when we gave up on Pippi), we watched The Big Sick. That was also moving and well done.
Not a lot is going on today. Still going through job opportunities, and organizing stuff in my office.
For the longest time, I’ve been collecting a lot of scraps of paper, pictures, tickets, whatever. I’m not sure whether it is interesting to anyone, but I don’t remember a lot of stuff without something to prompt me. And while I don’t feel a need to remember everything, sometimes it makes me appreciate my life and the journey a little more if I can get some perspective on how much I have done and experienced.