morality versus mortality
upon further contemplation, recent regrets have turned out to be the right choice. so why have i been unhappy with the choices?
did i really want to make the wrong decision?
perfect example:
last night, i saw the movie public enemies, which was quite enjoyable. throughout the majority of the movie, over 140 minutes, two flanking groups of patrons decided it was perfectly acceptable to talk at almost full volume. the couple in front of us openly discussed the ongoing phillies game, frequently opening their blindingly bright cellular devices, but then would ask each other what dialogue had been spoken or what was going on in a scene. it seems to me that if they were quiet, the movie would have been much more enjoyable for everyone.
the group of people behind us, three guys and three girls, frequently talked during scenes, commenting on various things - including the constant repeating of dialogue two seconds after it has been spoken - and two girls even started to complain that the movie was boring and too long when there was over an hour left.
i was left with two choices. i could try to ignore the selfish douchbaggery and focus on enjoying the movie, or i could say something aloud in an attempt to drive some common courtesy into their thick skulls. i contemplated various scathing remarks i could make, with varying degrees of animosity.
"shhh"
"hi, sorry, could you keep it down? it's hard to hear the dialogue."
"are you really going to talk through this entire movie?"
"please be quiet. thank you."
"how much did you pay for this movie? oh, me too. so shut the f up."
"hey, sorry to bother you. is this movie interfering with your conversation?"
"if the phillies game is so important to you, please go home and talk about it."
"maybe if you'd shut your mouth you could hear what was happening in the movie."
i didn't want to be too nice about it and get ignored, but i didn't want to be too mean and start some kind of physical fight. i also briefly pondered my own sanity after a fleeting thought about stabbing one guy in the neck and then nonchalantly continuing to watch the movie. after a minute or two i realized i wasn't even paying attention because i was so furious with the high ratio of fecal matter to brain matter in these people's heads, so i decided to just try to enjoy the $11.50 movie and $4 sour patch kids. mmm, sour patch kids.
good movie. 1930s gangsters were badass.
once the credits rolled, i wished i had said something, anything. i enjoyed the movie but i was left with the rotten taste of regret for not doing my part to tell these audience members to have some respect for their fellow theater patrons. i heard one "shush" during the movie, but it did nothing to quell these monsters. more drastic action needed to be taken, and my friends agreed. we should have told them to shut their mouths, but it was too late. our small prize for our painfully acceptable restraint was that we witnessed one of the offending loudmouths fall down the stairs. he seemed to have injured himself pretty badly for such a short fall, and we had a good hearty laugh about it.
nice one, jerk.
did i really want to make the wrong decision?
perfect example:
last night, i saw the movie public enemies, which was quite enjoyable. throughout the majority of the movie, over 140 minutes, two flanking groups of patrons decided it was perfectly acceptable to talk at almost full volume. the couple in front of us openly discussed the ongoing phillies game, frequently opening their blindingly bright cellular devices, but then would ask each other what dialogue had been spoken or what was going on in a scene. it seems to me that if they were quiet, the movie would have been much more enjoyable for everyone.
the group of people behind us, three guys and three girls, frequently talked during scenes, commenting on various things - including the constant repeating of dialogue two seconds after it has been spoken - and two girls even started to complain that the movie was boring and too long when there was over an hour left.
i was left with two choices. i could try to ignore the selfish douchbaggery and focus on enjoying the movie, or i could say something aloud in an attempt to drive some common courtesy into their thick skulls. i contemplated various scathing remarks i could make, with varying degrees of animosity.
"shhh"
"hi, sorry, could you keep it down? it's hard to hear the dialogue."
"are you really going to talk through this entire movie?"
"please be quiet. thank you."
"how much did you pay for this movie? oh, me too. so shut the f up."
"hey, sorry to bother you. is this movie interfering with your conversation?"
"if the phillies game is so important to you, please go home and talk about it."
"maybe if you'd shut your mouth you could hear what was happening in the movie."
i didn't want to be too nice about it and get ignored, but i didn't want to be too mean and start some kind of physical fight. i also briefly pondered my own sanity after a fleeting thought about stabbing one guy in the neck and then nonchalantly continuing to watch the movie. after a minute or two i realized i wasn't even paying attention because i was so furious with the high ratio of fecal matter to brain matter in these people's heads, so i decided to just try to enjoy the $11.50 movie and $4 sour patch kids. mmm, sour patch kids.
good movie. 1930s gangsters were badass.
once the credits rolled, i wished i had said something, anything. i enjoyed the movie but i was left with the rotten taste of regret for not doing my part to tell these audience members to have some respect for their fellow theater patrons. i heard one "shush" during the movie, but it did nothing to quell these monsters. more drastic action needed to be taken, and my friends agreed. we should have told them to shut their mouths, but it was too late. our small prize for our painfully acceptable restraint was that we witnessed one of the offending loudmouths fall down the stairs. he seemed to have injured himself pretty badly for such a short fall, and we had a good hearty laugh about it.
nice one, jerk.
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