[Part of my mission to “live deliberately” involves ruthlessly cutting out anything that saps my time, energy or money to no good end. I’m calling these things my “Quits,” and this is the first of many items that will find themselves on my Quits List.]
I’m Afraid This Movie Might Suck.
It’s such a letdown. You snuggle into the couch with your significant other and a bowl of popcorn, ready to while away a relaxing evening with the movie of your choice. The opening credits roll. The first scene unfolds. You watch. You munch. You don’t laugh (or cry, or scream) as much as you thought you would, but you’re hopeful. Then, slowly, the first suspicions begin to creep in:
I think this movie is going to be awful.
If you’re like me, you try to quell those suspicions for a little while in the hopes the movie hasn’t found its groove yet. You’ve been looking forward to movie night, and people have told you this movie is pretty good, so you’re willing to give it a chance.
But it just keeps getting worse. So you glance over at your s.o. to see how they’re reacting. You toss out an innocuous comment to test the waters, like, “Well this is…different…than I expected…” You hope s.o. responds with outright disgust, because by this point you’re pretty sure the movie is crap, but you don’t want to say so if s.o. is actually enjoying it.
In other words, if you’re anything like me, you’ll probably end up watching the whole damn movie, because by the time you’ve finally decided it’s unsalvageable, you’ve already wasted half your night watching it, and you figure you might as well see how the stupid thing ends. It was only a dollar at Redbox anyway, so what does it really matter?
Why It Really Matters
Of the 24 hours I have at my disposal each day, when you subtract things like work, sleeping, eating, errands, and necessary personal upkeep, I figure I have roughly two hours each day in which to do whatever I want. Or at least it feels that way most days. I can only imagine how much time people with kids must have. (I’m guessing something like negative seven?)
And for each of those two-hour slots, I have approximately 157.6 things I would like to do, including sleeping more, communing with nature, catching up on my List of Books I’ve Always Wanted to Read, and miscellaneous arts and crafts. So for a movie to fill up one of my precious free time slots, it had better be as good (or least not much worse) than any of the 157.6 other things I could be doing instead. Squandering what little time I have for myself is not in line with the whole deliberate-living philosophy.
Granted, my compulsion to finish every movie I start only accounts for a tiny portion of the ways in which I waste my own time, but I’ve got a lot of time wasters to weed out, and you’ve got to start somewhere. So the next time those suspicions start to creep in, I’m going to check with s.o. immediately, and if we’re in agreement, I’m calling it quits.
Unless s.o. really likes the movie, in which case he can finish watching while I go do my arts and crafts.
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