Every day, 7 billion people think better of things (the other 1 billion do not think, they are much happier than you). Psychologists say that you should run as far as you can from all preconcevied notions of what the world has to offer you at least 7 times a week. Some of them even say that you should always bite off far more than you can chew, then spit it back out, then climb the tallest building you see, just to know what it feels like.
Went out with a really good friend recently. We got pancakes for lunch and walked and talked for hours. They showed me
some Italian place that they liked at dinner, and I decided that their ragu was worth eating meat for. I was right. It
was the best pasta that I have maybe ever eaten. Something, something, my joy is not more important than the environment
that we exist within and I should not have eaten meat just for silly dopaminic pleaure, something, something. Bought some
books after dinner. We tried to watch two different movies that night, but were too tired and had to stop both half way
through.
I learned that I don't particularly like Juno as a film, which was sad, since it had some pretty cool cinematography and whatnot,
but it didn't quite hit right. I had to give up. Got bored. I think that it was a bit too satirical feeling? Like it crossed a
line in my head from 'being a funny movie about a funny situation and making light of it', into 'making fun of teen-aged girls',
which is never something I can get behind.
I tried to show the '98 Beetlejuice to the aforementioned friend, which is one of my favourite stories (I do think that the musical
is better than the movie, although I think that's just because I don't tend to love Tim Burton's execution of the 'spooky thing
juxtaposed into a bright-and-cheery world' trope, which is maybe a bit shit of me given that he kind of popularised it?), but we had
to stop when they got tired.