I’ve always been someone who follows my own path, and that path is chosen mostly by instinct. It’s worked out pretty well in my life, but it’s also caused some raised eyebrows when I don’t quite measure up to the standard of what’s considered “normal” by some.
For instance, I really don’t like clothes and shoe shopping, and never have. In fact, I’m only inspired to shop when my kids give me a gift card for my birthday. It takes me a while to make a choice, usually much longer than it does before I’m in sensory overload and the energy begins to drain away.
I don’t like parties either, or even tons of socializing. Believe me, I’ve tried over the decades, having done my share of Halloween and New Year’s bashes in my teens and twenties, but again they were usually events that I was talked into or felt I should do.
Let’s face it I’m an introvert, but a happy one. My father, who was the complete opposite, never really understood me, and I’m pretty sure that he and his extremely social relatives were convinced that something was wrong with me. So be it.
This New Year’s Eve, hubby and I went to see The Last Jedi. Having watched Star Wars movies from the beginning (one of the originals was our date movie back in the day) I looked forward to this one. This will run against almost every opinion I’ve heard, but the story was completely boring. Sure, there was some vintage stuff with the return of Luke and Yoda, etc., but it also left me feeling that nothing was new or daring or bold. I keep hearing how great the movie was, and how people loved it. This contrarian disagrees. Still, if we all agreed about everything, wouldn’t that be truly boring?