The other week at the Comic Book Store we were having a conversation about walking out of movies. We all agreed that it was a rare occurrence and everyone recounted a film that was bad enough to leave. Well, almost everyone. I couldn't think of a movie I'd ever walked out on. I'd feel like it was a waste of money to walk out on something I paid for and I'm not so forceful that I'd demand my money back.
I'm not big on waste. I'm uncomfortable wasting food as I believe that, if I asked for it, I should eat it. I don't like pouring our drinks for the same reason. As a pack rat, er, collector, I'm not good at throwing things out that might be of future use. It's probably why I like to recycle; it's throwing things away and not wasting them at the same time.
Of course, eating things I don't like and watching movies I don't like does lead to the one thing I'm good at wasting: time. I keep thinking that I'll get better at scheduling myself but I rarely become that effective. An object at rest tends to stay at rest unless acted on by an outside force. Nothing much is forcing me at the moment.
Maybe I'll figure it out next week.
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