epic? no thanks

A while back, I promised S. I'd give the Lord of the Rings movies a chance. I probably said something about promising to watch them over the summer, but well, it's almost Thanksgiving and it feels like summer. So last night I gave in. We watched about an hour and a half of the first one. I knew right away that this simply wasn't my thing, but I felt like I had to give it a chance because I knew how much S. wanted me to love it. Here's the thing. It's an epic, with big long drawn-out battle scenes and I don't like epics. They bore me to tears.

At first I felt like I should justify why I don't like epics. I don't like this whole good vs. evil thing. I really don't like the battle scenes. Really don't like them. Have I mentioned that I don't like the battle scenes? No? Cuz I don't.

For a long time S. had been saying that he can't imagine how anyone could possibly not like LOTR. And I said, I just don't. It's not right or wrong, I just don't like them.

And then he told me I'm just like his father. Heh. His dad hasn't seen Star Wars either.

In other news, I had a mighty disturbing dream last night. And I have to be vague about this in order to write about it, but I need to say that maybe it's a good thing to go your whole life not getting what you once thought you wanted. That way, you can't say that you tried it and it wasn't what you thought it'd be. That way, you can't have it only to lose it. And that way, your curiosity will never be sated because you can always wonder what if? And all of this allows you to be oh so much more dramatic than your satisfied little life in the heartland would otherwise allow.

Touche.