If Only You Knew What Went On In My Head

Nothing annoys the hell out of me more than movies. It's more like a last resort for me; I don't actually look forward to going out of my way to watch them and all. I mean, imitating the things on the screen is quite amusing, but I hate having to sit through it all. It's probably because I hate actors. If they're bad at acting, they ruin the whole film. If they're good at acting, it just isn't interesting enough. If they're great at acting, some loser ends up telling them that they're "all that", and just like that, the damn actor gets all full of himself and destroys the whole thing.

At first, I didn't expect this art place to have a television and radio and everything. I kind of expected a rusty old environment, with hopeless paintings on the wall. I also was looking forward to there being only about five students.

What we were doing, at that moment, we were watching a movie. A goddam Christmas movie with puppies going to space with some lizard and coming back to be with their family or something. I didn't really pay attention. All my eyes focused on were the sobbing faces around me when the puppies were opening their gifts. As if that was so heart-breaking.

Big deal.

There were these two couples that you knew had nothing in common, and they sat literally on both sides of me. One couple had this handsome guy, not magazine worthy or anything, but if your mom saw him in a yearbook she would ask, "Who's this boy?" He was that kind of handsome. The girl with him had these glossy eyes that stared from the screen to his face, and you could tell she couldn't care less about what he was saying.

I started to get in on their conversation, a very one-sided process. "Babe, I got a new car last week, it's a rare style, but it looks like a Camry and a Mustang mixed into one. It has...." He said a lot after that, but I didn't bother to listen. Boy, was he boring. I waited for the girl to say something, but it took a while for him to shut his trap. And then she said something.

"Okay," she looked down to her feet. "So, Matthew, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the theater by Tenth Avenue, we'd have a grand time."

I choked up on that word. Grand. Whoopty-fucking-doo.

I still wanted to hear his response though. I just played with the zipper of my hoodie and waited a couple minutes. All that Matthew jerk said to her was, "No, that's boring," and he went on with his car-conversation. The bastard just kept talking about voltage and meters and fabrics and other shit to her. You had to feel bad for the preppy girl, even if she was a phony. I'm not going to lie, some phonies are polite and all, even if they're all paranoid.

The other couple were nuzzling their noses like they were animals or something. I didn't even want to look at that twice. I had just about enough of all the fakes in this place.

Until I saw him.

Notes

I feel kind of bad for making Matthew Tuck such a loser. And the girl he was talking to, it seemed to me she was like she was Joan Jett back in the 80s. I feel kind of bad they're both really phony too. Oh well.