I started the pandemic (remember those days?) determined to not let it get the best of me. I did work outs in my kitchen. Kept the fridge and pantry perfectly stocked. Dutifully stayed in my apartment, the cement walls giving a sense of safety, albeit loneliness.
And that’s when the real binging began.
My waistline stretched as I mindlessly devoured anything and everything on Netflix. Things I could mention to make me seem impressive, and things that would make you judge me. Oh, and lots and lots of zombie anything.
My media diet became straight Zombie, and if you are what you eat, I was turning into a lifeless version of me. Once I watched everything on Netflix, and most of it was kind of terrible, I borrowed my friend Kristen’s Hulu account. Then I switched over to my Amazon account. Then, Lilian’s Disney+. Then my sister in law’s HBO.
And then what?
Must. Re. Set.
Last week, I went to my first movie at a theater in a year and half. I’ll let you judge me: it was FREE GUY. Anything serious would have been too much. I sat in the near empty theater at Consolidated Ward Theatres, giddy. For the first time since March 2020, I watched without distractions on something bigger than my laptop. And I was (seemingly) surrounded by humans. It feels a little silly to admit how happy I was, but happiness is a premium, especially these days, and I was all in. I was focused and amongst others, and it felt like actual fun.
