A couple of weeks ago, the guy I was seeing and I tried to figure out what we wanted to watch. He didn’t have anything in mind and I had just seen “Everything, Everywhere All at Once” with my roommates. The movie was amazing – we laughed, we cried, and were fascinated by its cinematography. However, the movie was shown with Dutch subtitles which meant we missed several of the jokes. Therefore, him and I looking for a movie presented the perfect opportunity to watch it again but with English subtitles.
As everybody I talked to had loved the movie, I thought he would too. I was looking forward to seeing his face during the scene with Raccacoonie, witnessing his disbelief about the sausage fingers, and hearing his appreciative remarks about the plot. But that wasn’t what happened; his reception was lukewarm at best. Which was irritating – him not enjoying the movie wasn’t something I had even considered.
Don’t get me wrong – this was definitely not the first time somebody hadn’t shared my excitement about something I really liked or found comfort in. And I’m guessing my experience is something you can resonate with as well. When you really enjoy something, it just doesn’t cross your mind that someone else wouldn’t match your energy.
While it mystified me that he didn’t share my excitement, it also made me realise that I can count myself quite lucky as most of the people in my life can relate to my interests and join those. Just last week, I spontaneously met a couple of friends at CREA before heading to a concert. While it was initially just me who wanted to go, two of my friends decided to join. Them experiencing a new artist while we were dancing and having drinks definitely made for a great evening. It’s just really gratifying to me when I can introduce my friends to new songs and they end up falling in love with them.
But, while I was really happy about both of them joining, there are also times when I am content with going to a concert or movie on my own. Just today I took myself to LAB111 to finally watch this one movie I’ve been dying to see. I never came around to watch it, but knew this would be the perfect time as the protagonist and I were at similar points in life. With this movie being so personal, I opted for watching it on my own. I just didn’t feel like having to explain the plot to someone else, or leaving the cinema beaming with happiness while my friend would give me a nonchalant look. Not that this would have definitely happened, but there are days when I don’t want my excitement to be tainted by anyone. And on these days, I’d rather enjoy my comfort things on my own.
And I’m honestly happy that I’ve reached a point in my life where I can enjoy these things on my own. Because my friends aren’t always available but there are still concerts I want to attend, movies I want to see, and trips I would like to take. Thus, while I love sharing these experiences with others who share the same interests, I’d rather do these things on my own than to miss out or share them with someone who has no interest at all (*cough cough* like the guy I was seeing).
A couple of weeks ago, the guy I was seeing and I tried to figure out what we wanted to watch. He didn’t have anything in mind and I had just seen “Everything, Everywhere All at Once” with my roommates. The movie was amazing – we laughed, we cried, and were fascinated by its cinematography. However, the movie was shown with Dutch subtitles which meant we missed several of the jokes. Therefore, him and I looking for a movie presented the perfect opportunity to watch it again but with English subtitles.
As everybody I talked to had loved the movie, I thought he would too. I was looking forward to seeing his face during the scene with Raccacoonie, witnessing his disbelief about the sausage fingers, and hearing his appreciative remarks about the plot. But that wasn’t what happened; his reception was lukewarm at best. Which was irritating – him not enjoying the movie wasn’t something I had even considered.
Don’t get me wrong – this was definitely not the first time somebody hadn’t shared my excitement about something I really liked or found comfort in. And I’m guessing my experience is something you can resonate with as well. When you really enjoy something, it just doesn’t cross your mind that someone else wouldn’t match your energy.
While it mystified me that he didn’t share my excitement, it also made me realise that I can count myself quite lucky as most of the people in my life can relate to my interests and join those. Just last week, I spontaneously met a couple of friends at CREA before heading to a concert. While it was initially just me who wanted to go, two of my friends decided to join. Them experiencing a new artist while we were dancing and having drinks definitely made for a great evening. It’s just really gratifying to me when I can introduce my friends to new songs and they end up falling in love with them.
But, while I was really happy about both of them joining, there are also times when I am content with going to a concert or movie on my own. Just today I took myself to LAB111 to finally watch this one movie I’ve been dying to see. I never came around to watch it, but knew this would be the perfect time as the protagonist and I were at similar points in life. With this movie being so personal, I opted for watching it on my own. I just didn’t feel like having to explain the plot to someone else, or leaving the cinema beaming with happiness while my friend would give me a nonchalant look. Not that this would have definitely happened, but there are days when I don’t want my excitement to be tainted by anyone. And on these days, I’d rather enjoy my comfort things on my own.
And I’m honestly happy that I’ve reached a point in my life where I can enjoy these things on my own. Because my friends aren’t always available but there are still concerts I want to attend, movies I want to see, and trips I would like to take. Thus, while I love sharing these experiences with others who share the same interests, I’d rather do these things on my own than to miss out or share them with someone who has no interest at all (*cough cough* like the guy I was seeing).
