My 1st weekend of recent times and I have been denied the "pleasure" of babysitting monsters.
I...enjoyed it. But not thoroughly enough. You would think that I would take the time to be with friends, to take in happiness in being in someone's company. But no.
Yes, I did leave my house for once. It was spectacular. I feel sick from it. Very sick. Like my normal nearly disgusting-er sick.
But I did go see a movie. And as far as I'm concerned, I was alone. I wasn't even in my hometown for the movie. I was...elsewhere. The movie was good though. The Number 23. People fell asleep all around me. I'll forgive them for now because theyre stupid.
Stupid, clueless, unintelligent. Everything negative towards the human mind. Every scum of the Earth that doesn't take the time to examine something as...spectacular as a film. Breathing into the director's own heart and soul...leaning into the psychotic mind.
Absolutelythrilling.
Maybe I'm obsessive over a creative genius that no one can really understand. MAybe my thoughts are just as amazing but I have yet to tap into them.
Funny...now I want to write a story...
Smile-Its Alex Community Member 
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