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Day 22 - Something That Upsets You
I'd like to say that I'm not easily upset, but that's not really true; I'm actually pretty fragile and petty, but I strive to correct that behavior (albeit it hasn't been particularly successful). It takes a lot for me to not even bother hiding my upset, though.
The pettiest time I've been actively upset as of late was a movie outing. Anyone who knows me knows that movie outings are SERIOUS BUSINESS, and that basically I go through everything I can to ensure that people have good seats and have tickets, particularly on opening weekends. I will reserve tickets ahead of time because I have a group discount card, I ask that at least a few people get there ahead of time so that we can reserve seats for the rest, and so on, so forth.
Of course the one time I'd be aggravated at a movie outing, it'd be one that I wasn't in active control over. Basically, I'd watched Kick-Ass a couple of times with different friends and another group had suggested that they'd want to watch it, so we agreed that we'd go to an outing at Pathé Balexert at 8:30, meaning we'd meet up around 8:00. I decide to go to a nearby Mexican restaurant that I'd heard good reviews of beforehand to grab dinner.
In the middle of dinner, though, I get another call, saying that they've changed their mind, and we were now going to watch Robin Hood, which was opening that week, at Pathé Rex, at 9:30.
Thankfully, I hadn't bought the tickets at that point, but already a sure sign of things to come. (Alternatively, it could have gone, "crap, I already bought the tickets! ...guess we'll have to watch!") Google Maps doesn't have the TPG layout so I can't demonstrate the twenty or so minutes it takes to get there.
So I buy the tickets when I get to the theater, which must've been between 8 and 8:30.
9:00, another friend who was going to watch with us shows up.
9:15, the couple who was theoretically organizing the thing hadn't shown up. Remember that I stated this was the opening weekend for the movie. Also note that the new theater was significantly closer to their place than the old one.
9:20, we decide to head down to the theater (it's in a sublevel). Jam-packed. As is tradition with latecomers, we leave the tickets with the usher, with a pen mark on the tickets indicating their names.
By the time we get into the theater, we end up in the fifth row from the front--Neck Cramp Space. We hold down seats for the absentee couple, and adamantly hold onto it from other parties interested in the seats (despite being NCS, we're still sitting center, which is more desirable than front left/front right (which I call "James Bond Seating," as I'd ended up in those zones for three of the Brosnan movies).
9:30, commercials start. Neck Cramp is exaggerated with intent staring back at entrance, looking for absentee couple.
9:40, in the middle of trailers, some person behind me is rather annoyed with my craning neck and asks me to stop. I look back forward and slink. Note that in the time between, we have continued battling latecomers to hold onto those seats.
9:45, movie starts. Absentee couple, to my knowledge, still absent.
Sometime between time I turn back around and opening scenes of the movie, absentee couple arrives to our knowledge. They end up in James Bond Seating. I'm unaware of this.
10:15, I realize I can't concentrate on the film and I've had enough of this shit, and go out and get air.
10:45 or so, maybe 11:00, I go back in, having spent the last half hour or so getting my shit together, checking Twitter, e-mail, Facebook, whatever. I'm due to leave for the States the next morning, and the last thing I wanted was to be frazzled out of my mind. It's easy enough to pack--solo airplane travel to the US I have down to a science--but I hate going without being relaxed first.
Midnight-ish, the movie's over, and we all meet up again. I can't bring myself to even look at them.
I'm acutely aware things like this aren't the end of the world, and that this is a First World Problem and it's just a movie and I should really just relax. (Lalala.) Certainly I can be upset by lack of respect in terms of last-minute plan changing and failing to be on time for THAT, and not being able to communicate ETA or those kinds of things, but not can't-enjoy-movie upset, and definitely not storm-out-of-theater upset.
There are plenty of big-ticket issues I get upset over when it comes to politics and social standards, but it's a lot of the things other people get loud and bitchy over. I just figure I'd share with you the smallest thing I've been bitchy over, because if this is really about me, I figured this is the kind of pettiness that distinguishes me as a person from other people. If you want a refund, well, you're reading this for free.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
I'd like to say that I'm not easily upset, but that's not really true; I'm actually pretty fragile and petty, but I strive to correct that behavior (albeit it hasn't been particularly successful). It takes a lot for me to not even bother hiding my upset, though.
The pettiest time I've been actively upset as of late was a movie outing. Anyone who knows me knows that movie outings are SERIOUS BUSINESS, and that basically I go through everything I can to ensure that people have good seats and have tickets, particularly on opening weekends. I will reserve tickets ahead of time because I have a group discount card, I ask that at least a few people get there ahead of time so that we can reserve seats for the rest, and so on, so forth.
Of course the one time I'd be aggravated at a movie outing, it'd be one that I wasn't in active control over. Basically, I'd watched Kick-Ass a couple of times with different friends and another group had suggested that they'd want to watch it, so we agreed that we'd go to an outing at Pathé Balexert at 8:30, meaning we'd meet up around 8:00. I decide to go to a nearby Mexican restaurant that I'd heard good reviews of beforehand to grab dinner.
In the middle of dinner, though, I get another call, saying that they've changed their mind, and we were now going to watch Robin Hood, which was opening that week, at Pathé Rex, at 9:30.
Thankfully, I hadn't bought the tickets at that point, but already a sure sign of things to come. (Alternatively, it could have gone, "crap, I already bought the tickets! ...guess we'll have to watch!") Google Maps doesn't have the TPG layout so I can't demonstrate the twenty or so minutes it takes to get there.
So I buy the tickets when I get to the theater, which must've been between 8 and 8:30.
9:00, another friend who was going to watch with us shows up.
9:15, the couple who was theoretically organizing the thing hadn't shown up. Remember that I stated this was the opening weekend for the movie. Also note that the new theater was significantly closer to their place than the old one.
9:20, we decide to head down to the theater (it's in a sublevel). Jam-packed. As is tradition with latecomers, we leave the tickets with the usher, with a pen mark on the tickets indicating their names.
By the time we get into the theater, we end up in the fifth row from the front--Neck Cramp Space. We hold down seats for the absentee couple, and adamantly hold onto it from other parties interested in the seats (despite being NCS, we're still sitting center, which is more desirable than front left/front right (which I call "James Bond Seating," as I'd ended up in those zones for three of the Brosnan movies).
9:30, commercials start. Neck Cramp is exaggerated with intent staring back at entrance, looking for absentee couple.
9:40, in the middle of trailers, some person behind me is rather annoyed with my craning neck and asks me to stop. I look back forward and slink. Note that in the time between, we have continued battling latecomers to hold onto those seats.
9:45, movie starts. Absentee couple, to my knowledge, still absent.
Sometime between time I turn back around and opening scenes of the movie, absentee couple arrives to our knowledge. They end up in James Bond Seating. I'm unaware of this.
10:15, I realize I can't concentrate on the film and I've had enough of this shit, and go out and get air.
10:45 or so, maybe 11:00, I go back in, having spent the last half hour or so getting my shit together, checking Twitter, e-mail, Facebook, whatever. I'm due to leave for the States the next morning, and the last thing I wanted was to be frazzled out of my mind. It's easy enough to pack--solo airplane travel to the US I have down to a science--but I hate going without being relaxed first.
Midnight-ish, the movie's over, and we all meet up again. I can't bring myself to even look at them.
I'm acutely aware things like this aren't the end of the world, and that this is a First World Problem and it's just a movie and I should really just relax. (Lalala.) Certainly I can be upset by lack of respect in terms of last-minute plan changing and failing to be on time for THAT, and not being able to communicate ETA or those kinds of things, but not can't-enjoy-movie upset, and definitely not storm-out-of-theater upset.
There are plenty of big-ticket issues I get upset over when it comes to politics and social standards, but it's a lot of the things other people get loud and bitchy over. I just figure I'd share with you the smallest thing I've been bitchy over, because if this is really about me, I figured this is the kind of pettiness that distinguishes me as a person from other people. If you want a refund, well, you're reading this for free.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment