Tuesday, August 7, 2012

B74) My taste in movies changed...


My taste in movies changed as a result of the accident. I know sounds weird but truer words were never spoken ----------  or written. It’s an odd thing having something like that change. I'm especially thankfully my tastes in music was unaffected. I don’t know if I could have lived with myself if all the sudden I became a die-hard fan of country music or worse yet, a die hard fan of the musical styling’s of Lawrence Welk.

“Take me now god”

Experiencing all that agony affected me. It continued to affect me in new and different ways. Since the accident I’ve walked out on seventy percent of the movies I’ve gone to see. Maybe the number is closer to eighty five percent. Maybe it’s ninety percent. I am getting better. I am trending to a better/healthier statics. It probably was ninety percent the first year. Eighty percent the second year and so on…. Half of those movies, if not more, were seen at the dollar theater so it’s no great financial loss when I walk out. It stings a little when I pay eight bucks and walk out but,

"You gotta do what you gotta do"

“Am I right”?

“Word”!

I’m almost always alone at the theater. I go in the afternoon during the week. This helps in making sure there will be no crowds. I'm happiest when I'm the only person in the theater.


"The joy of solitude"


I never know what's going to set me off driving me out of the  theater. It could be anything. Once it was a preview/trailer for an upcoming movie. In the trailer they showed a couple on a motorcycle weaving in and out of traffic at a very high rate of speed. That was way too dangerous for anyone to do for any reason It was horrifying to watch.

“Check please”

It’s not just new movies, some of my favorite movies from the past are no longer watchable for my new eyes. Sometimes is the content of the movie, sometimes not. I walked out on a movie that glorified a criminal, a thief, a murder. I couldn't take it. To show such despicable and duplicitous individuals succeeding has become unacceptable for me to watch in a movie.

It has gotten better. The first year I was upset while watching the injustices handed out to Marmaduke at the play ground by all the other dogs. It literally had me so upset I teared up.

"Good god man, get a grip"


Who am I now?

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